Too $hort (too Short) - f** My Car lyrics

Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin I know it's my car b**h, you ain't trippin It's your favorite color, on a lovely day You let me reach right over, and rub on your leg I'm sayin all kind of sh**, to make you smile Put your seatbeat on, cause I be drivin wild You think I'm like them other n***az, I just wanna f** But I like to get money and get my dick s**ed I ain't your average everyday little hoe n***a And I can see through you b**h youse a gold digger tellin me stories, about the richest man But I'm Too $hort baby, the b**h's pimp I come a long way from young and done the certified player I get what I want, and I'ma holler at you later If you ain't got game you might think I'm a trick Don't play yourself girl you won't get no dick I take you right back home so you can be witcha man I know you s**er motherf**ers won't understand See me with a b**h and say I floss too hard These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna f** my car Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f** your car She could care less about a real man All she wants is a man with the meal plan Pick her up in the Benz and hope she get to eat Every day is Halloween hoe, trick or treat I throw your a** in the trunk with a bag of rats Drop you off at Kaiser like they did in The Mack I know you're broke, fantasizing like Mariah get a grip on my bumper, rub your clit on my tire You can ride on top or wrap your legs around the frame but if you get in this car you gonna respect this game and I'm knowin that, I hope you know it too Only real pimps know what I'm goin through It's a daily mission, controllin these b**hes Uphold the pimpin, never start sympin Got the cleanest drop Caddy for your eyes to see So c'mon b**h and take a ride with me Now I'm about big blocks, drop tops White guts ending with much knock Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it Got keys, to three hundred Z's, knowin these b**hes Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f** your car I gave you a ride for some head cause my dick was soft But if you ain't widdit I'ma drop you off I got hoes all around me all day and night And yo little p**y's just way too tight for a big black dick like mine to slide in I take my motherf**in time and ride it Cause ain't no punk b**hes where I'm from They like to s** n***az dicks, and make us cum So get bu*t-naked let me slap that a** Play with them titties while I tap that a** Slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back Have you lovin this dick like it's made of crack c**aine, and you know that costs Can't f** for free you got to pay the boss Hundred dollar bills b**h I break your a** and won't feel sh** Cause pimpin, pimpin, that's my game I got it from the O where it always rains pimp game, now it's time to roll And take my hoes down to the hoe stroll Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f** your car You ain't slammin doors like me cause I'm the coldest mack From a brand new Benz to my old school 'llac You ain't never gon stop my pimpin style it's like two plus two, can you figure it out? You say, what fo', I say that's right You know the answer n***a pimpin for life What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend What's a bag of weed if the sh** ain't green You say the game is forever, well so am I You only got two choices b**h, hoe or die now speak up, you better say somethin Before I turn your a** back into a pumpkin Cause ain't no motherf**in fairy tales Only Freaky Tales, and I tell em so well b**h Now get your a** in the car Don't play me too close I won't pimp you too hard Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f** your car Now whether on the strip, or in the bar If you put your mind to it, you might get far No need to be a player or a superstar She ain't trippin on you she'd rather f** your car