Singen My Hooptie Karaoke - Sir Mix-a-Lot - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs My Hooptie im Stil von: Sir Mix-a-Lot

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Mit Hintergrund-Gesangsstimme (wahlweise in der KFN-Version)

Im gleichen Tempo wie das Original: 91.93 BPM

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: C#m

Der Song beginnt a capella

Dauer: 04:50 - Vorschau auf: 03:19

Veröffentlichung: 1989
Musikrichtungen: Rap & Hip-Hop, Englisch
Original Songwriter: Anthony L. Ray

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Text My Hooptie

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

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