N.O. Joe - f** My Car lyrics

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N.O. Joe - f** My Car lyrics

[Intro] Check it out, 1996 b**hes still s**in' on dicks Hoes is... trippin', mayne Choosin' they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holdin'... [Hook] [Bun B] Now b**hes stare a n***a down when he step to the bar [Pimp C] They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna f** my car [B] But b**h who the f** you think you are, by far [C] They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna f** my car [B] Look a n***a up and down like he a superstar [C] But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna f** my car [B] But b**h who the f** you think you are, by far [C] They ain't trippin 'on me, they wanna f** my car [Bun B] Aye C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin co*k, traffic stoppers Lookin good spendin some n***a G's Nails by Vietnamese, {?}, lookin like they worth G's Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the a** Man I never let 'em pa** So tell me where can I find 'em With they n***a or in that candy Cadillac right behind him [Pimp C] b**hes tellin me "C yo' dick grand." All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban Put her a** on the leather, and rub the wood See we got boppers in Texas oh man that p**y 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 b**h wanted to do is just f** my ride [Hook] [Bun B] Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits Assumin' that they body's too boomin' to dispute But p**y is the root of all drama An attribute put up in they head by they momma Oh yeah I'mma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down n***as talkin 'bout, how they pa**in 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 b**h a drink and all her homegirls a beer Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' a** gone You left your n***as at the club and took ALL them hoes home And didn't even f**, MAN WHAT THE fu*k?! "If you didn't want to f** then get the f** up out the truck!" You know what I mean? I ain't showin out hoes Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna f** or cut? [Hook] - first 1/2 [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 a**, my grill smile right back b**h I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac And I'mma f** you and f** ALL yo' friends Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz With burgundy paint, bu*ter and AMG rims Color TV, VCR playin X-rated films Of myself, runnin' up in beauty queens But let me tell y'all n***as the difference between y'all and me You see, man I can tell all that b**h wanted to do Is just ride for free and smoke for free But b**h not me, you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C Unless your p**y makin' ten thousand dollars a week The only way I see you sittin' in my pa**enger seat, you b**h! [Hook] - 2X