Too $hort Fuck My Car Lyrics

Gettin’ It (album number ten) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Gettin’ It
  • 2 Survivin’ the Game
  • 3 That’s Why
  • 4 Bad Ways
  • 5 Fuck My Car
  • 6 Take My Bitch
  • 7 Buy You Some
  • 8 Pimp Me
  • 9 Baby D
  • 10 Nasty Rhymes
  • 11 Never Talk Down
  • 12 I Must Confess
  • 13 So Watcha Sayin’
  • 14 I’ve Been Watching You (Move Your Sexy Body)
  • Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
    I know it's my car bitch, you ain't trippin
    It's your favorite color, on a lovely day
    You let me reach right over, and rub on your leg
    I'm sayin all kind of shit, to make you smile
    Put your seatbeat on, cause I be drivin wild
    You think I'm like them other niggaz, I just wanna fuck
    But I like to get money and get my dick sucked
    I ain't your average everyday little hoe nigga
    And I can see through you bitch youse a gold digger
    tellin me stories, about the richest man
    But I'm Too $hort baby, the bitch's pimp
    I come a long way from young and done the certified player
    I get what I want, and I'ma holler at you later
    If you ain't got game you might think I'm a trick
    Don't play yourself girl you won't get no dick
    I take you right back home so you can be witcha man
    I know you sucker motherfuckers won't understand
    See me with a bitch and say I floss too hard
    These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

    Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
    If you put your mind to it, you might get far
    No need to be a player or a superstar
    She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

    She could care less about a real man
    All she wants is a man with the meal plan
    Pick her up in the Benz and hope she get to eat
    Every day is Halloween hoe, trick or treat
    I throw your ass in the trunk with a bag of rats
    Drop you off at Kaiser like they did in The Mack
    I know you're broke, fantasizing like Mariah
    get a grip on my bumper, rub your clit on my tire
    You can ride on top or wrap your legs around the frame
    but if you get in this car you gonna respect this game
    and I'm knowin that, I hope you know it too
    Only real pimps know what I'm goin through
    It's a daily mission, controllin these bitches
    Uphold the pimpin, never start sympin
    Got the cleanest drop Caddy for your eyes to see
    So c'mon bitch and take a ride with me

    Now I'm about big blocks, drop tops
    White guts ending with much knock
    Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it
    Got keys, to three hundred Z's, knowin these bitches

    Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
    If you put your mind to it, you might get far
    No need to be a player or a superstar
    She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

    I gave you a ride for some head cause my dick was soft
    But if you ain't widdit I'ma drop you off
    I got hoes all around me all day and night
    And yo little pussy's just way too tight
    for a big black dick like mine to slide in
    I take my motherfuckin time and ride it
    Cause ain't no punk bitches where I'm from
    They like to suck niggaz dicks, and make us cum
    So get butt-naked let me slap that ass
    Play with them titties while I tap that ass
    Slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back
    Have you lovin this dick like it's made of crack
    cocaine, and you know that costs
    Can't fuck for free you got to pay the boss
    Hundred dollar bills bitch
    I break your ass and won't feel shit
    Cause pimpin, pimpin, that's my game
    I got it from the O where it always rains
    pimp game, now it's time to roll
    And take my hoes down to the hoe stroll

    Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
    If you put your mind to it, you might get far
    No need to be a player or a superstar
    She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car

    You ain't slammin doors like me cause I'm the coldest mack
    From a brand new Benz to my old school 'llac
    You ain't never gon stop my pimpin style
    it's like two plus two, can you figure it out?
    You say, what fo', I say that's right
    You know the answer nigga pimpin for life
    What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend
    What's a bag of weed if the shit ain't green
    You say the game is forever, well so am I
    You only got two choices bitch, hoe or die
    now speak up, you better say somethin
    Before I turn your ass back into a pumpkin
    Cause ain't no motherfuckin fairy tales
    Only Freaky Tales, and I tell em so well bitch
    Now get your ass in the car
    Don't play me too close I won't pimp you too hard

    Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
    If you put your mind to it, you might get far
    No need to be a player or a superstar
    She ain't trippin on you she'd rather fuck your car
    [x2]

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