What kinda keys you holding
Now bitches stare a nigga down
when he step to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he
a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the
boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block,
showing cock, traffic stoppers
Looking good spending some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Mean Gene,
looking like they worth G's
Dress above they knees,
jellies and G- strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em pass
So tell me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy
Cadillac right behind him
Bitches telling me see yo' dick grand
All she wanna do is ride Su- bur- ban
Put her ass on the leather,
and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas
oh man that pussy look good
So I let them hoes ride and
I show them a grip
But she blinded by the candy
she can't see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked
good I didn't feel no pride
All the bitch wanted to do
is just fuck my ride
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he
step to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you
think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he
a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in
skin- tight catsuits
Assuming that they body's too
booming to dispute
But pussy is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they
head by they momma
Oh yeah I'mma tell it like it is,
I sees how it goes down
Niggas talking 'bout,
how they passing these hoes 'round
But y'all tricking, them hoes told me
Fools y'all ain't Goldy,
riding in a goodie but an oldie
Fifty dollars there, a hundred
dollars here
You brought the bitch a drink
and all her home girls a beer
Your homeboys looking for
ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your niggas at the club
and took all them hoes home
And didn't even fuck,
man what the fuck?
If you didn't want to fuck,
then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I mean? I ain't
showing out hoes
Just so these hoes can be seen,
c' mon you wanna fuck or cut?
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he
you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbing my dick
between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass,
my grill smile right back
Bitch I'm the real,
that's why I ride Cadillac
And I'mma fuck you and fuck
all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come
through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint,
butter and AMG rims
Color TV, VCR playing X- rated films
Of myself, running up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all niggas the difference
between y'all and me
You see, man I can tell all
that bitch wanted to do
Is just ride for free and smoke for free
But bitch not me,
you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy making ten
thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you sitting in my passenger seat,
you bitch
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he
step to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck
you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he
a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step
to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he
a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Ugk 
