5 $tar Hooptie

[Intro: J-Zone talking] Oh yeah! Special dedication to all the people out there who's car is a piece of shit. Leaking all kinds of fluid. Failing inspection every year. Two inch rims. Get your AAA cards ready baby. It's a Pimpmobile [Verse One] Fuck it, I won't lie, my ride is a joke No pipes, no system, no rims, no spokes A cassette got stuck up in the deck last week So I keep a boombox on the passenger seat AC's on strike so it's murder in summer No Benz, no Lex, I never heard of no Hummers Duct tape keeps the seals in place Put your fingers on the knob, that's the only way you feeling the bass Headlights is broke, so I stay getting tickets Cause I drive a piece of shit ride, but I stay getting bitches But lately, Baby and Puff done made it rough My '93 Mazda Protege, just ain't enough Cause cats get on MTV Cribs and floss But every time I hit a bump my shit cuts off And my broad run her mouth when she ride with a brother Cause I drown out Usher with the sound of the muffler Last week I kicked a bitch out for laughing and stuff But she looked so cold when she was catching the bus Soda stains on the seats, no cushions No pun intended, riding with me is a pain the ass But when I make a left turn, stick my hand out the window The signal is broke, hood letting off smoke They say a fly ass ride pulls a chick a day But the only ones I know work at AAA Hoes laugh at my ride so I'm treating 'em mean Rims only nine inches but I'm keeping 'em clean Want the truth? My car should be abolished and shit Fuck a car wash dawg, that's like polishing shit So I be glad when it rains (Why's that?) Cause it wash away the bird shit stains Keep laughing at my car you'se a goner My ride specialize in vehicular homicides like Frogger [Hook] Every time I pull up in my Protege The sound of the engine scares the hoes away No gas cause my pocket's too slim to ball Systems all treble and the rims is small So what I drive a piece of shit car, I'm balling! Girl give me the ass, I'm a star, I'm balling! Even if the Zone drive a Nova, so what? Talk shit and I'ma run your ass over [Verse Two] Move bitch, get out the way That ain't Ludacris playing when I ride that's just what they say Lying to these chicks when I'm back on the block Hey bitch I'm only walking cause my 'Lac in the shop And I get's no love cause I'm driving a lemon And in New York when you walk you can't get no attention Then I met Margo (whoo!) The five star hoe Who owe me up the ass if I drive a fly car so I set a date for eight, looking good so far But I only got the date cause I promised a car (What you gonna do now?) Call my man Tyheim up A baller on the side, the brother drive ice cream trucks Borrowed his Lex GS Picked up Margo, the chick is the sexiest Got slobbed way out in Coney Island Left her stranded She probably got robbed so Now I'm laughing The car hopping, gold digging broad she deserve it Now she gotta ride a bike home or sleep on The Cyclone Forced to drive a hooptie so my game got tight No rims but I'm pulling every dame in sight It's a junk mobile Just a hunk of steel But you spill soda on the seats, you get punched for real I'm leaking oil yo I'm out, more freaks to get But I still keep an alarm on that piece of shit C'mon [Hook] Fake it till you make it [Outro: Girl talking] Hold up hold up hold up. I KNOW you don't expect me to ride in this piece of shit. Where are your other three hubcaps? You have a tape deck? Where's the CD player? Take your bootleg, pimp ass to the dealership before you come see me [J-Zone] Well if you don't like my ride...you can walk. Or catch the bus. Ya beeotch!