My Hooptie Lyrics - Seminar - Sir Mixalot

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