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My hooptie rollin' draggin'
Heat work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six nine Buick keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got
Bumper shook loose keeps scrapin'
Mis matched tires and my white walls
Hit d's Maharaji starts to bug
He ate a quarter pounder the pickles on my rug
Runnin' movin' expired
tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out skittles
Tinted back window a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? won't say
We all play it off you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the
Gotta roll this bucket, 'cause my is in the shop

My hooptie - my

Four nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big dice on the mirror, like a truck
Lifters tickin', stickin'
Somethin' on my left wheel keeps clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now we're eight

barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a turn as I watched in fright
My ex-girlfriend shot out my
She was standin', in the road, so I her toes
Mashed my pedal, boom, she goes
Law ain't lyin', long hairs
We flipped the skeez off, dumb starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin'
The cops see a beeper and the might serve us
Hit a side street and what did we
Some punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and to curse
sucker on the south side about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still
Posse moved north, for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the cops see me
Mis-matched tires got my uptight
Two Vogues on the left, on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on
This is what I sport you call me big-headed
I crusher, red light rusher
Musher of a brother I'm plowin' over suckers

In a

a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like
Some get bold, but some get
say the car smokes, but I won't listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) make a u-turn
Spotted this freak with immense
to roll smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth
Hit I-5 the dope cassette
Playin' that tough crew dope
The deck broke
Damn what's next, in Goretex
Tryin' to find a where we could hunt for sex
Found a club called the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop game
up tough, 'cause I got much fame
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it no thing
Runnin' game with the home made slang
got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep at the car and you might get clipped

By a

Runnin' outta gas, in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' over
Cars dip low with core brothers
on E, pulled into Arco
Cops on tip for cargo
We fit a stereotype, what he said
Big long car, four big black
Cops jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like
Cop took my wallet, looked at my
His partner said "Damn, they all like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they let me go
This ain't rollin' in snow

my hooptie