Karaoke My Hooptie Sir Mix-a-Lot

My hooptie rollin'

Tailpipe draggin'

Heat don't work and my girl keeps naggin'

Six-nine Buick

Deuce keeps rollin'

One hubcap 'cos three got stolen

Bumper shook loose

Chrome keeps scrapin'

Mismatched tires and my white walls flakin'

Hit Mickey-Ds

Maharaji starts to bug

He ate a Quarter Pounder

Threw the pickles on my rug

Runnin', movin'

Tabs expired

Girlies try to diss and 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 'cos my Benz is in the shop

My hooptie

My hooptie

Four door nightmare

Trunk lock 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 hair's 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

Homie got scared so I got on

Yeah my group got paid but my group's still strong

Posse moved north

Headin' for the CD

Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me

Mismatched 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

A pothole crusher

Red light rusher

Musher of a brother 'cos 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 her

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

Better 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 rockstar

Slingin' them packets

I ain't with that so I smooth eject

Hit I-Five with the dope cassette

Playin' that Tuff Crew hardcore dope

The tape deck broke

Damn what's next

Brothers in Gore-Tex

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 phased 'cos I pop much game

Rolled up tough 'cos I got much fame

How ya doin' baby

My name is Mix-a-Lot

I got dissed but it ain't no thang

Runnin' that game with the homemade 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

Carburetor full of soot

Push freak push

Sputter, sputter

Rollin' over gutters

Cars dip low with hardcore 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' nothin' 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

My hooptie

It's my hooptie