| 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 |