作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson [Intro:] Check it out, 1996 *****es still suckin on ****s Hoes just... trippin mayne Choosin they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holdin [Chorus:] [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 cock, 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 ass 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' **** grand All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban Put her ass 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 [Chorus] [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 ****** 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' ass gone You left your ****** at the club and took ALL them hoes home And didn't even ****, MAN WHAT T HE ****?! 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? [Chorus: first 1/2] [Pimp C:] When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips It's just like I'm rubbin my **** between your hips And when you smile and shake your ass, 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 ****** 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 *****! [Chorus x2]
作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson [Intro:] Check it out, 1996 *****es still suckin on ****s Hoes just... trippin mayne Choosin they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holdin [Chorus:] [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 cock, 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 ass 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' **** grand All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban Put her ass 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 [Chorus] [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 ****** 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' ass gone You left your ****** at the club and took ALL them hoes home And didn't even ****, MAN WHAT T HE ****?! 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? [Chorus: first 1/2] [Pimp C:] When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips It's just like I'm rubbin my **** between your hips And when you smile and shake your ass, 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 ****** 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 *****! [Chorus x2]
