Pam the Funkstress - Cars and Shoes lyrics

[Boots] Now if ya gettin' in my car don't sit down right away Cause my pa**enger seat tilts sideaways And don't even try to lean the sh** back The whole damn thang'll fall off the track Stick your hand out, and signal for a right My window's stuck plus I got a broken turn light Naw I ain't dippin'! Sometimes I get a stuck brake Got my rearview attached with some duct tape Keep yo' knee right there! I'm tryna keep that glove compartment closed playa! The seatbelt don't work just tie it round your waist If you crash through the window just cover your face The radio gets one station on AM, it's Chinese But if you listed you could catch what they sayin' Stop complainin' -- I heard what you said So what the seat spring poked you in the leg? Didn't know it stabbed you, but what you stompin' fo'? You finna put yo' foot through that hole in the flo'! Now what you say - you gonna sue me? Awwww, because the baby hurt his leg and got a b**by? Now your feelings hurt, you wanna get up out my sh** Cool motherf**er, here you go, get yo' kicks You need to act a little older! If you want that do' to open you gon' have to use yo' shoulder Get the f** up out fool, you lose - why? My car is better than yo' shoes Chorus: *sung* (2X) Now if you get in my bucket baby, you gotta sit on the flo' And I ain't go no license you know, I'm tryin-a duck the po'-po' [Boots] See me in the town you might think I'm a star Every three months in a different car Like the other day in a '81 Datsun Wit' my alternator rollin' shotgun Or in the fall in a '88 Seville Pushin' it wit my foot down the hill Once I did a job, the lady didn't wanna pay me So she offered me a hooptie instead, I said MAYBE Cause it looked like it went through a war Missin' a door, three out of four Ain't bad -- but is it safe to drive? I'll wait til payday, then make it live Fixed the beat first cause that's my choice A bucket wit' the beat look like a Rolls Royce! Next week it broke down on the Bay Bridge And lemme tell you that motherf**er dang-ress! Had a hun'ed so I hit the auction block off Got a seven-six Pinto wit' some knock offs Catchin' buses be gettin' me to work late And you know that slow down my pay rate Down to zero No alignment make it kinda hard to steer though They need to pay me for all these adventures Tell 'em to my grandkids when I got dentures Makin' a buck really costs a buck fiddy It's only that cheap if yo' cars sh**ty Motherf**ers laughin' but it beats the AC transit blues sh**, my car is better than my shoes Chorus