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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 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

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