UGK — Fuck My Car

[Intro] Check it out, 1996 Bitches still suckin' on dicks Hoes is trippin', mane Choosin' they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holdin' [Chorus: Bun B, Pimp C] Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin 'on me, they wanna fuck my car [Verse 1: Bun B] Ay C ,keep yo eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers Lookin' good spendin' some nigga G's Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Michi's, lookin' like they worth G's Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass Man, I never let 'em pass So tell me where can I find 'em With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him [Verse 2: Pimp C] Bitches tellin' me "C, yo dick grand" All she wanna do is ride Suburban Put her ass on the leather, and rub the wood See we got boppers in Texas, oh man, that pussy look good So I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip But she blinded by the candy, she can't see I'm a pimp When she told me I looked good, I didn't feel no pride All the bitch wanted to do is just fuck my ride [Chorus: Bun B, Pimp C] Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin 'on me, they wanna fuck my car [Verse 3: Bun B] Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits Assumin' that they body's too boomin' to dispute But pussy is the root of all drama An attribute put up in they head by they mama Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down Niggas talkin 'bout how they passin' these hoes 'round But y'all trickin', them hoes told me Fools, y'all ain't Goldy, ridin' in a goodie, but an oldie Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here You bought the bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer Your homeboys lookin' for ya, but yo ass gone You left your niggas at the club and took all them hoes home And didn't even fuck—man, what the fuck? "If you didn't wanna fuck, then get the fuck up out the truck" You know what I mean? I ain't showin' out hoes Just so these hoes can be seen, come on, you wanna fuck or cut? [Chorus: Bun B, Pimp C] Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car [Verse 4: Pimp C] When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips It's just like I'm rubbin' my dick between your hips And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back Bitch, I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac And I'ma fuck you and fuck all your friends Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz With burgundy paint, butter and AMG rims Color TV, VCR playin' X-rated films Of myself, runnin' up in beauty queens But let me tell y'all niggas the difference between y'all and me You see, man, I can tell all that bitch wanted to do Is just ride for free and smoke for free But bitch, not me, you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C Unless your pussy makin' ten thousand dollars a week The only way I see you sittin' in my passenger seat, you bitch [Chorus: Bun B, Pimp C] Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin 'on me, they wanna fuck my car Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't trippin 'on me, they wanna fuck my car