Fuck My Car UGK

[Intro]
Check it out, 1996
Bitches still suckin' on dicks
Hoes is trippin', mane
Choosin' they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin'

[Chorus: Bun B, Pimp C]
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But, bitch, who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin 'on me, they wanna fuck my car

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Ay C ,keep yo eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin' good spendin' some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Michi's, lookin' 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