Sir Mix-A-Lot — My Hooptie
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My Hooptie Sir Mix-A-Lot04:46
Текст песни: My Hooptie
My Hooptie Lyrics[Verse 1] My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin' Heat don't work and my girl keeps naggin' Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin' One hubcap 'cause three got stolen Bumper shook loose, chrome keeps scrapin' Mismatched tires and my whitewalls flakin' Hit Mickey-Ds, Maharaji starts to bug He ate a Quarter Pounder, threw the pickles on my rug Runnin', movin', tabs expired Girlies try to diss and say my car looks tired Hit my brakes, out slid Skittles Tinted back window with a bubble in the middle Who's car is it? Posse won't say We all play it off when you look our way Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the block Gotta roll this bucket 'cause my Benz is in the shop [Chorus] My hooptie (I drive a bucket), hardcore tint (Yo) I drive a bucket (Hardcore tint), yo My hooptie (I drive a bucket), hardcore tint (Yo) I drive a bucket (Hardcore tint), yo [Verse 2] Four-door nightmare, trunk lock stuck Big dice on the mirror, grill like a truck Lifters tickin', accelerator's stickin' Somethin' on my left-front wheel keeps clickin' Picked up the girlies, now we're eight-deep Car's barely movin', but now we got heat Made a left turn as I watched in fright My ex-girlfriend shot out my headlight She was standin' in the road so I smashed her toes Mashed my pedal, boom, down she goes Boy, I ain't lyin', long hair's flyin' We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin' Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us Hit a side street and what did we find? Some young punk droppin' me a flip off sign Put the deuce in reverse and started to curse Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt Homey got scared so I got on Yeah, my group got paid, but my group's still strong Posse moved north, headin' for the CD Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me Mismatched tires got my boys uptight Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded This is what I sport when you call me big-headed A pothole crusher, red light rusher Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers in a hooptie [Verse 3] It's a three-ton monster, econobox stomper Snatch your girly, if you don't I'll romp her Dinosaur rush, lookin' like Shaft Some get bold, but some get smashed Cops say the car smokes, but I won't listen It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissions Rollin' in Tacoma I could get burned Better make a U-turn Spotted this freak with immense posterior Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop area Brothers start lettin' off, kickin' that racket Thinkin' I'm a rock star slangin' them packets I ain't with that, so I smooth eject Hit I-5 with the dope cassette Playin' that Tuff Crew hardcore dope The tape deck broke Damn, what's next? Brothers in Gore-Tex Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex Found a little club called the N-C-O Military, competition, you know I ain't really phased 'cause I pop much game Rolled up tough 'cause I got much fame "How ya doin', baby? My name is Mix-a-Lot" "Mix-a-Lot got a Benz, boy, quit smokin' that rock" (Ooh) I got dissed, but it ain't no thang Runnin' that game with the homemade slang Baby got ished, Bremelo gip Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped by a hooptie [Chorus] Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Roll— Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go [Verse 4] Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic Far left lane, throwin' up much static Input, output, carburetor full of soot "What you want me to do, Mix?" Push, freak, push Sputter, sputter rollin' over gutters Cars dip low with hardcore brothers Tank on E, pulled into Arco Cops on tip for Columbian cargo We fit a stereotype, that's what he said Big long car, four big black heads Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators 'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nothin' like Noriega Cop took my wallet, looked at my license His partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson" Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me go This bucket ain't rollin' in snow, it's my hooptie [Outro] My hooptie (Yo, bully) It's my hooptie1
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