Lirik Lagu My Hooptie - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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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 stolenBumper shook loose chrome keeps scrapin'Mis matched tires and my white walls flakin'Hit mickey d's Maharaji starts to bugHe ate a quarter pounder threw the pickles on my rugRunnin' movin' tabs expiredGirlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tiredHit my brakes, out slid skittlesTinted back window with a bubble in the middleWho's car is it? Posse won't sayWe all play it off when you look our wayRollin' four deep, tires smoke up the blockGotta roll this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop
My hooptie - my hooptie
Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuckBig dice on the mirror, grill like a truckLifters 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 heatMade a left turn as I watched in frightMy ex-girlfriend shot out my headlightShe was standin', in the road, so I smashed her toesMashed my pedal, boom, down she goesLaw ain't lyin', long hairs flyin'We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervousThe cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve usHit a side street and what did we find?Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off signPut the deuce in reverse, and started to curseAnother sucker on the south side about to get hurtHomey got scared, so I got onYeah my group got paid, but my groups still strongPosse moved north, headin for the CDRidin' real fast so the cops don't see meMis-matched tires got my boys uptightTwo Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the rightHooptie bouncin', runnin' on leadedThis is what I sport when you call me big-headedI pot-hole crusher, red light rusherMusher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers
In a hooptie
It's a three-ton monster, econo-box stomperSnatch your girly, if you don't I'll romp 'erDinosaur rush, lookin' like ShaftSome get bold, but some get smashedCops say the car smokes, but I won't listenIt's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissionsRollin' in Tacoma, I could get burned(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a u-turnSpotted this freak with immense posteriorTryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop areaBrother start lettin' off, kickin' that racketThinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them packetsI ain't wit' dat, so I smooth ejectHit I-5 with the dope cassettePlayin' that tough crew hardcore dopeThe tape deck brokeDamn what's next, brothers in GoretexTryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sexFound a little club called the N-C-OMilitary, competition. You know.I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop much gameRolled 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 thingRunnin' that game with the home made slangBaby got ished, Bremelo gip.Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in trafficFar left lane, throwin' up much staticInput, output, carbeurator fulla soot"Whatcha want me to do Mix?"Push freak, pushSputter, sputter rollin' over guttersCars dip low with hard core brothersTank on E, pulled into ArcoCops on tip for Columbian cargoWe fit a stereotype, that's what he saidBig long car, four big black headsCops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like NoriegaCop took my wallet, looked at my licenseHis partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson"Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me goThis bucket ain't rollin' in snow
It's my hooptie
My hooptie - my hooptie
Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuckBig dice on the mirror, grill like a truckLifters 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 heatMade a left turn as I watched in frightMy ex-girlfriend shot out my headlightShe was standin', in the road, so I smashed her toesMashed my pedal, boom, down she goesLaw ain't lyin', long hairs flyin'We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervousThe cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve usHit a side street and what did we find?Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off signPut the deuce in reverse, and started to curseAnother sucker on the south side about to get hurtHomey got scared, so I got onYeah my group got paid, but my groups still strongPosse moved north, headin for the CDRidin' real fast so the cops don't see meMis-matched tires got my boys uptightTwo Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the rightHooptie bouncin', runnin' on leadedThis is what I sport when you call me big-headedI pot-hole crusher, red light rusherMusher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers
In a hooptie
It's a three-ton monster, econo-box stomperSnatch your girly, if you don't I'll romp 'erDinosaur rush, lookin' like ShaftSome get bold, but some get smashedCops say the car smokes, but I won't listenIt's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissionsRollin' in Tacoma, I could get burned(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a u-turnSpotted this freak with immense posteriorTryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop areaBrother start lettin' off, kickin' that racketThinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them packetsI ain't wit' dat, so I smooth ejectHit I-5 with the dope cassettePlayin' that tough crew hardcore dopeThe tape deck brokeDamn what's next, brothers in GoretexTryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sexFound a little club called the N-C-OMilitary, competition. You know.I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop much gameRolled 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 thingRunnin' that game with the home made slangBaby got ished, Bremelo gip.Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in trafficFar left lane, throwin' up much staticInput, output, carbeurator fulla soot"Whatcha want me to do Mix?"Push freak, pushSputter, sputter rollin' over guttersCars dip low with hard core brothersTank on E, pulled into ArcoCops on tip for Columbian cargoWe fit a stereotype, that's what he saidBig long car, four big black headsCops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like NoriegaCop took my wallet, looked at my licenseHis partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson"Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me goThis bucket ain't rollin' in snow
It's my hooptie
