Loose Whips


[Hook]
We roll loose whips, yeah, oh man
Hyundais, Hondas, Geos, and Astro vans
We roll loose whips, yeah, oh man
Hustlin' to make the big bills, but we just can't

They say the Hunta' acting funny
He's just lookin' like hell
He got stuck on 19 with his Saturn SL
Tried to shift from first to fourth and he busted his clutch
He's just gonna leave his car by Target
'cause it ain't worth that much

I'm doing 20 in the Escort
I'm haulin' ass
I try to punch to 30, but my car ain't that fast
'Cause I got three tires, fool, that's what I said
I traded one for a DieHard
But that battery's dead!

Call me ghetto, 'cause my Caddy, it be scratchin'
And two hubs are from a Buick 'cause I love the mismatchin'
Got a seatbelt so the law don't get me
And some chrome that fell off up in the back seat
Gold grille be all bashed up
Vinyl top be tore up
Do I want this car? No
It can't go that far, WHOA!

[Hook]

We know B.O.B. rolls a Dodge pickup truck
When he rolls up to a restaurant he needs parking luck
Fog lights and xenon brights won't help him see 'er
Betta' have scratch-proof tires and some good curb feelers
Poppin' up on the curb, one tire's just chillin'
Another one's stuck and the other two spinnin'
Speed limit signs might say sixty-five
B.O.B. does forty just to stay alive


LeSabre was a tight whip
Hydromatic, no shift
I only got a permit, so I roll without a license
Buick's got a V8, used to run so damn great
Now the engine's frozen, can't even change the shiftgate
Headliner's droopin', battery ain't workin'
Trunk lid is electric, so I can't even get in
Two-tone is puke green, 8-track still runs clean
Catch me in the big coupe, man, stuck in the 70s

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The way we drive it
Got exhaust cans, but they're draggin' on the ground
My Civic, a load of rusting parts; can't afford to fix 'em now
I got a bunch of decals for racing and a huge spoiler or two,
Paste-on Kmart ground effects, broken locks,
And primer paint, too.

I leave the keys in the CRX, amigo
'Cause its worth about a hundred
Try to start up my Honda (cha-cha) no engine runnin'
Just cruisin' down 60 and the transmission coughed
Car bottomed out and the rear hatch popped off
Supposed to have two mirrors, but I only got one
I'm RT, mi amigo, and I come from San Juan

Whorevy up in the house, sucka, and my ride be the best
Too damn bad my blingin' S-10 just got repossessed.
I ain't so freakin' rich, I got my head in my hands
I gotta bum rides off friends, and that I can't stand
Want my dream car: it's a Town Car with some shiny dub-twos
And I got it all paid off when the payment comes due
Hell, I'll take a Yugo, a Huffy, or a Plymouth on blocks
But for now I'm pimp struttin' on these old Reeboks

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[Jamaican flow]

I just ripped some paint off my Ram Air Grand Am
Made a right in the night and the curb I hit...bam!
I'm Pontiac Pimpin', and I leave all ya'll wishin',
Though I blame all my dents on my bad depth perception

Rolled a Sienna
Pimpin' big van, but I neva' cleaned 'er.
People call me Pumpkin Head on account of my demeanor
Got a little Toyo engine in 'er, but I still made rubber burn
Haulin' 50 down streets and makin' 5-point turns
HAH

We middle-class fab, let our bling bling show
Driveways like a dealership, don't walk no more
We cruisin' out, all day, all night
'Cause we got no life, no life, no life...

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