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 43801,-169)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
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 s*x
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
