My Hooptie - Sir Mix-A-Lot

My Hooptie - Sir Mix-A-Lot
Six nine Buick deuce keeps rollin＇
One hubcap ＇cause three got stolen
Bumper shook loose chrome keeps scrapin＇
Mis matched tires and my white walls flakin＇
Hit mickey d＇s Maharaji starts to bug
He ate a quarter pounder threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin＇ movin＇ tabs expired
Girlies tryin＇ to dis ＇n 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
My hooptie - my hooptie
Four door nightmare trunk locks＇ 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
Cars 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
Law ain＇t lyin＇ long hairs 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 groups still strong
Posse moved north headin for the CD
Ridin＇ real fast so the cops don＇t see me
Mis-matched 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
I pot-hole crusher red light rusher
Musher of a brother ＇cause I＇m plowin＇ over suckers
In a hooptie
It＇s a three-ton monster econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly if you don＇t I＇ll romp ＇er
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
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
Spotted this freak with immense posterior
Tryin＇ to roll smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin＇ off kickin＇ that racket
Thinkin＇ I＇m a rock star slingin＇ them packets
I ain＇t wit＇ dat so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the d**e cassette
Playin＇ that tough crew hardcore d**e
The tape deck broke
Damn what＇s next brothers in Goretex
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 fazed ＇cause I pop much game
Rolled up tough ＇cause I got much fame
＂How ya doin＇ baby my name is Mixalot＂
＂Mixalot got a Benz boy quit smokin＇ that rock＂
Ooooh I got dissed But it ain＇t no thing
Runnin＇ that game with the home made slang
Baby got ished Bremelo gip
Keep laughin＇ at the car and you might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin＇ outta gas stuck in traffic
Far left lane throwin＇ up much static
Input output carbeurator fulla soot
＂Whatcha want me to do Mix ＂
Push freak push
Sputter sputter rollin＇ over gutters
Cars dip low with hard core 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＇ nuthin＇ 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