[Intro:]
Check it out, 1996
(*##$es still suckin on dicks

Hoes just... trippin mayne
Choosin they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin


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[B:] Now (*##$es stare a ^!$$% down when he step to the bar

[C:] They ain't trippin on me, they wanna $#&@ my car
[B:] But (*##$ who the $#&@ you think you are, by far
[C:] They ain't trippin on me, they wanna $#&@ my car

[B:] Look a ^!$$% up and down like he a superstar
[C:] But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna $#&@ my car
[B:] But (*##$ who the $#&@ you think you are, by far

[C:] They ain't trippin on me, they wanna $#&@ my car

[Bun B:]

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's

Nails by Vietnamese, {?}, lookin like they worth G's
Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the $$#
Man I never let 'em pass

So tell me where can I find 'em
With they ^!$$% or in that candy Cadillac right behind him


[Pimp C:]
(*##$es tellin me see yo' dick grand
All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban

Put her $$# 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


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[Bun B:]
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' $$# 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 Vogues
Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna $#&@ or cut?


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[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 $$#, 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 Benz

With burgundy paint, butter and LG rims
Color 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 C
Unless your #~!!@ makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you (*##$!


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