My Hooptie chords and lyrics - SIR MIX-A-LOT

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[Verse 1]
[Am]My h[A]ooptie rolli[Am]n',
[A]tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my
[Am]girl keeps naggin'
Six- nine [A]Buick, deuce keeps [Am]rollin'
[A]One hubcap 'cause three got [Am]stolen
[A]Bumper shook loose,
chrome keeps scrapin'
Mis- matched tires,
and my white walls [Am]flakin'
Hit mickey- d's, Maharaji starts to bug
He [A]ate a quarter- pounder,
threw the pickles on my [Am]rug
Runnin', [A]movin' tabs expired
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n
say my [Am]car looks tired
[A]Hit my brakes, out slid [Am]skittles
[A]Tinted back window with
a bubble in the [Am]middle
[A]Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you
[Am]look our way
[A]Rollin' four deep,
tires [Am]smoke up the block
Gotta [A]roll this bucket,
'cause my Benz is in the [Am]shop

[Verse 2]
[A]My
[Am]hoop[A]tie - my
hooptie

[Verse 3]
Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck [A]Big
dice on the mirror, [Am]grill like a truck
[A]Lifters tickin',
[Am]accelerator's [A]stickin'
Somethin' on my left front
wheel keeps clickin'
Picked up the girlies,
now we're eight [Am]deep

[Verse 4]
[A]Cars barely movin',
but now we got [Am]heat
[A]Made a left turn as I [Am]watched in fright
[A]My ex- girlfriend shot
out my headlight
She was standin', in the road,
so I smashed her [Am]toes
[A]Mashed my pedal, boom,
down she goes
Law ain't lyin', [Am]long hairs flyin'
We [A]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 [Am]what did we find?
Some [A]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 [Am]see me
[A]Mis- matched tires got my [Am]boys uptight
[A]Two Vogues on the left,
Uniroyal on the [Am]right
[A]Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you
call me big- [Am]headed
I [A]pot- hole crusher, [Am]red light rusher
[A]Musher of a brother 'cause I'm
plowin' over [C]suckers

[Verse 5]
[A]In a hooptie

[Verse 6]
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
[E]make a you- [A]turn
Spotted this freak
with immense pos[Am]terior
Try[A]in' 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 [Am]eject
[A]Hit I- 5 with the dope cassette
Playin' that tough crew
hardcore [Am]dope[A]
The tape deck broke
Damn what's next,
brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where
we could hunt for [Am]sex
[A]Found a little club called the N- see- O
Military, competition. You know.
[Am]I ain'[A]t really fazed,
'cause I pop much [Am]game
[A]Rolled up tough,
'cause I [Am]got much fame
"How ya doin' [A]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 [E]might get [A]clipped

[Verse 7]
[Am]By a[A]
[E]
[A]hooptie

[Verse 8]
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in [A]traffic
Far left lane, throwin' [Am]up much static
[A]Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
"Whatcha want me to do Mix?"
Push freak, [Am]push
Sput[A]ter, sputter [Am]rollin' over gutters
[A]Cars dip low with [Am]hard core brothers
[A]Tank on E, pulled into [Am]Arco
[A]Cops on tip for Columbian [C]cargo
[A]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 [A]Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me go
This bucket ain't rollin' in snow
[Am]It's

[Verse 9]
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[Outro 1]
[A]my hooptie
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