MY WHIP
Yo, Yo … None of y'all gotta whip like my whip. Cuz Nobody gotta whip like me. Nobody gotta rusted chevy. Nobody got da ghetto CD. Ain't got da messed up locks n ain't got da floor mats wit sand n rocks.
Hey yo I know my car is pretty messed up. Under da hood birds be buildin' they nest up. Who eva cracked my window, they betta' fess up cuz I'll kick they behind. Knock they ass out on da floor they be blind. I ain't gon' be kind. I got da Illest ghetto stereo system. Itz all static, jus listen. Itz da kinda car you be missin'. It ain't bullet proof. Rented look wit a dented roof. You like a magician. Poof! Magicaly appearin' in da hospital. You betta' fear it cuz da gas tank is combustible. If it gets blown up, it still gotta spirit. Speedin' so fast you gonna hear it. Itz like a train breakin' da sound barrier. I'll stuff you in da trunk n carry ya. Fo'get about da dark woods, I'll take you to a place datz scarier. Dis shits automatic. If I get into an accident I ain't gonna panic. Itz not like da titanic. How'd I get stuck wit dis car. It doesn't even get me too far. It can't bearly make it up a hill. It sounds like itz about to break, rollback n get me killed. It'z like now I'm a criminal. Got in a hit n run, but shit da damage is minimal. I hate to burst ya bubble but eva since I got dat shit, Itz been given me nothin' but trouble. Someone slashed my tires. Who did it? I'm a kick they ass them liars. Someone must hate me. They probly wanna irritate me, so bad that I get mad and cause pain so greatly. Rumble in muh whip. Window broken, kid in da front he's chokin'. Needs some anger management. He must be smokin'. I heard da price of da glass, started croakin'. I ain't got 400 bills. Dat kinda dough gives me da chills. Ghettoness. Da dash only gotta few gauges. Shity Short owners manual got two pages. I can't pay fo' dis thing wit muh minimum wages.
None of y'all gotta whip like my whip. Cuz Nobody gotta whip like me. Nobody gotta rusted chevy. Nobody got da ghetto CD. Ain't got da messed up locks n ain't got da floor mats wit sand n rocks.
Muh whip would look pretty sick wit some rims. I got my foot on da pedal wearin' them tims. I floor it n itz chokin' on 30. Gotta clean it. Dis shits mad dirty. Gotta four-cylinder. Stop fast, itz like I'm killin' ya. As ya can see 1993 wit a big-ass key. Course it wasn't free. I paid a hundred fo' dis piece-a-junk. It has mad dents, especially in da trunk. Ya know dis shit da Ghetto Illest. Thang turned me into a criminal wit da rest of these killa's. Dis voke wagon is about to be smokin' n draggin' itz tail pipe behind. I ain't braggin' but I got da right rhymes. Still glass on da passengers side. Damn. I wish I had a better ride. Always somethin' wrong. It gets me around. I blast da radio. It bumps. Datz how I get down. I skate jumps. I be hittin' lumps. Mad roads all cracked. Whens da city gonna make da concrete packed. Muh windshield washer tank always leaks. Dat old thang's been like dat fo' weeks. N dem wet wipers be makin' streaks. C'mon now. Wussup wit dat. My whip ain't right. Sometimes itz so dirty, itz like it ain't even white. At least muh lights work. They pretty bright. I ain't got no interior light cover. My car's fallin' apart. Pretty soon itz gonna look like some old shoppin' cart. Shit I know muh ride would look hot in orange. But I ain't got money to change my shit. I gotta pay fo' insurance. Imagine me cruisin' down town. I be getting' some bitties, I put my foot on da pedal ridin' through the next couple of cities. Somethin' wrong again. I step on da brake n da temp will go up. I'm wonderin' when da radiators gonna blow up. My car's so ghetto white, I got a bumper sticker of a flag. In the trunk, I got mad speakers in a duffle bag. Couple a tweeters, loud base n an old rag. Da AC bearly works. Same wit da heater. I got front, back, itz a five seater. Datz what it says in da manual, but I ain't a good reader. If I wanna keep cool, I crank down da window, n it gets breezy. Da gas pedal's hard but da brake is easy. My car's got mo' dan da hood. I've lost so much change. If I open the interior, I'd have enough to get a range. I'm about to find a hole n put in a stitch. Then I'd sell it to some bitch. Wut up now no one gotta whip like dis.
None of y'all gotta whip like my whip. Cuz Nobody gotta whip like me. Nobody gotta rusted chevy. Nobody got da ghetto CD. Ain't got da messed up locks n ain't got da floor mats wit sand n rocks.