Lyric My Hooptie
My hooptie rollin tailpipe draggin
Heat don t 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 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 dope cassette
Playin that tough crew hardcore dope
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
Heat don t 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 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 dope cassette
Playin that tough crew hardcore dope
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
