Song | F*** My Car |
Artist | UGK |
Album | Jive Records Presents: UGK Chopped and Screwed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson | |
Check it out, 1996, ******* still suckin on *****s | |
Hoes just trippin' mayne | |
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive | |
What kinda keys you holdin | |
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar | |
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are by far | |
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers | |
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin ****, traffic stoppers | |
Lookin good spendin some ***** | |
G'sNails by | |
Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they worth | |
G'sDress 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 ***** or in that candy | |
Cadillac right behind him | |
******* tellin' me see yo' ***** grand | |
All she wanna do is ride | |
Su-bur-ban | |
Put her ass on the leather and rub the wood | |
See we got boppers in | |
Texas oh, man that ******* 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 ******* wanted to do is just ***** my ride | |
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits | |
Assumin' that they body's too boomin to dispute | |
But ******* is the root of all drama | |
An attribute put up in they head by they momma | |
Oh yeah, I'ma tell it like it is, | |
I sees how it goes down | |
*****z 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 brought the ******* a drink and all her homegirls a beer | |
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone | |
You left your *****z at the club and took all them hoes home | |
And didn't even *****, man what the ***** | |
If you didn't want to ***** then get the ***** up out the truck | |
You know what | |
I mean? I ain't showin out | |
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna ***** or cut? | |
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips | |
It's just like | |
I'm rubbin' my ***** between your hips | |
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back | |
******* I'm the real, that's why | |
I ride Cadillac | |
And I'ma ***** you and ***** all yo' friends | |
Soon as Pimp | |
C come through in that 600 | |
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and | |
LG rimsColor | |
TV, VCR playin | |
X-rated films | |
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens | |
But let me tell y'all *****z the difference between y'all and me | |
You see, man | |
I can tell all that ******* wanted to do | |
Is just ride for free and smoke for free | |
But ******* not me, you better ask them hoes if my name | |
Pimp CUnless your ******* makin ten thousand dollars a week | |
The only way | |
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you *******! | |
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car | |
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far | |
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car |
zuo qu : Butler, Freeman, Johnson | |
Check it out, 1996, still suckin on s | |
Hoes just trippin' mayne | |
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive | |
What kinda keys you holdin | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are by far | |
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car | |
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers | |
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin , traffic stoppers | |
Lookin good spendin some | |
G' sNails by | |
Vietnamese, unverified, lookin' like they worth | |
G' sDress above they knees, jellies and | |
Gstrings up the ass | |
Man I never let ' em pass | |
So, tell me where can | |
I find ' em | |
With they or in that candy | |
Cadillac right behind him | |
tellin' me see yo' 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 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 wanted to do is just my ride | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car | |
Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skintight catsuits | |
Assumin' that they body' s too boomin to dispute | |
But is the root of all drama | |
An attribute put up in they head by they momma | |
Oh yeah, I' ma tell it like it is, | |
I sees how it goes down | |
z 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 brought the a drink and all her homegirls a beer | |
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone | |
You left your z at the club and took all them hoes home | |
And didn' t even , man what the | |
If you didn' t want to then get the up out the truck | |
You know what | |
I mean? I ain' t showin out | |
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c' mon you wanna or cut? | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips | |
It' s just like | |
I' m rubbin' my between your hips | |
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back | |
I' m the real, that' s why | |
I ride Cadillac | |
And I' ma you and all yo' friends | |
Soon as Pimp | |
C come through in that 600 | |
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and | |
LG rimsColor | |
TV, VCR playin | |
Xrated films | |
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens | |
But let me tell y' all z the difference between y' all and me | |
You see, man | |
I can tell all that wanted to do | |
Is just ride for free and smoke for free | |
But not me, you better ask them hoes if my name | |
Pimp CUnless your makin ten thousand dollars a week | |
The only way | |
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you ! | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car |
zuò qǔ : Butler, Freeman, Johnson | |
Check it out, 1996, still suckin on s | |
Hoes just trippin' mayne | |
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive | |
What kinda keys you holdin | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin, on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are by far | |
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car | |
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers | |
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin , traffic stoppers | |
Lookin good spendin some | |
G' sNails by | |
Vietnamese, unverified, lookin' like they worth | |
G' sDress above they knees, jellies and | |
Gstrings up the ass | |
Man I never let ' em pass | |
So, tell me where can | |
I find ' em | |
With they or in that candy | |
Cadillac right behind him | |
tellin' me see yo' 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 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 wanted to do is just my ride | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin on me, they wanna my car | |
Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skintight catsuits | |
Assumin' that they body' s too boomin to dispute | |
But is the root of all drama | |
An attribute put up in they head by they momma | |
Oh yeah, I' ma tell it like it is, | |
I sees how it goes down | |
z 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 brought the a drink and all her homegirls a beer | |
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone | |
You left your z at the club and took all them hoes home | |
And didn' t even , man what the | |
If you didn' t want to then get the up out the truck | |
You know what | |
I mean? I ain' t showin out | |
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c' mon you wanna or cut? | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips | |
It' s just like | |
I' m rubbin' my between your hips | |
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back | |
I' m the real, that' s why | |
I ride Cadillac | |
And I' ma you and all yo' friends | |
Soon as Pimp | |
C come through in that 600 | |
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and | |
LG rimsColor | |
TV, VCR playin | |
Xrated films | |
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens | |
But let me tell y' all z the difference between y' all and me | |
You see, man | |
I can tell all that wanted to do | |
Is just ride for free and smoke for free | |
But not me, you better ask them hoes if my name | |
Pimp CUnless your makin ten thousand dollars a week | |
The only way | |
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you ! | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Now stare a down when he step to the bar | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
Look a up and down like he a superstar | |
But they ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car | |
But who the you think you are, by far | |
They ain' t trippin' on me, they wanna my car |