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My hooptie rollin' tailpipe
Heat don't an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six nine deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause got stolen
shook loose chrome keeps scrapin'
Mis matched tires and my white walls
Hit d's Maharaji starts to bug
He ate a pounder threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin' movin' tabs
Girlies to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid
Tinted back window a bubble in the middle
car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the
Gotta roll bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My - my hooptie

Four door nightmare, trunk stuck
Big dice on the mirror, grill like a
tickin', accelerator's stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps
Picked up the girlies, now we're eight

Cars movin', but now we got heat
Made a turn as I watched in fright
My shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
Mashed my pedal, boom, down she
Law ain't lyin', long flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm nervous
The see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side and what did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to
Another sucker on the south side about to get
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still
moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my uptight
Two on the left, Uniroyal on the right
bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me
I pot-hole crusher, red light
Musher of a brother I'm plowin' over suckers

In a

It's a three-ton monster, econo-box
Snatch your girly, if you don't romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like
get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I won't
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I get burned
(Sound of gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
this freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I eject
Hit I-5 the dope cassette
Playin' that tough hardcore dope
The tape broke
Damn what's next, in Goretex
Tryin' to find a where we could hunt for sex
Found a little club the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I really fazed, 'cause I pop much game
Rolled up tough, I got much fame
"How ya doin' baby, my is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a boy, quit smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it no thing
Runnin' that with the home made slang
Baby got ished, gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you get clipped

By a

Runnin' outta gas, stuck in
Far left lane, up much static
Input, output, carbeurator soot
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' gutters
Cars dip low with hard brothers
Tank on E, into Arco
on tip for Columbian cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big car, four big black heads
Cops keep jockin', like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' Noriega
Cop my wallet, looked at my license
His partner "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they let me go
This bucket rollin' in snow

my hooptie