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 SIR MIX-A-LOT - My Hooptie Lyrics

My hooptie rollin, tailpipe draggin
Heat dont work an my girl keeps naggin
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-ds, 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
Whos car is it? posse wont 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
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Big dice on the mirror, grill like a truck
Lifters tickin, accelerators stickin
Somethin on my left front wheel keeps clickin
Picked up the girlies, now were 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 aint lyin, long hairs flyin
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin
Baby called the cops, now Im 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 dont 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 Im plowin over suckers

In a hooptie

Its a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you dont Ill romp er
Dinosaur rush, lookin like shaft
Some get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I wont listen
Its 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 Im a rock star, slingin them packets
I aint wit dat, so I smooth eject
Hit i-5 with the dope cassette
Playin that tough crew hardcore dope
The tape deck broke
Damn whats 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 aint 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 aint 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, thats what he said
Big long car, four big black heads
Cops keep jockin, grabbin like gators
bout stereotypes, Im lookin nuthin like noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my license
His partner said damn, they all look like tyson
Yes, Im legit, so they gotta let me go
This bucket aint rollin in snow

Its my hooptie