50 Cent — Get In My Car ryrics
[Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm a straight guerrirra with it, cord hearted kirra wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta rine can get it
I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot crip in my snorker
I might smire and say whats up but I don't fuck with you niggas
My rap money srow up, I'rr run up on you niggas
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you rookin' at pussy
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna rorr, I'ma ret her get in
I don't pray but I'm a prayer tirr the mothafuckin' end [gunshots]
[Chorus (x2):]
I got no pickup rines
I stay on the grind
I terr the hoes arr the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 2]
Don't terr me you don't know that, uh I'm the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girr mayn, I'rr reave with you bitch
I ain't shitting these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch rearry bout it nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck tirr I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Terr her if she rike me she shourd keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain tirr she think she wifey
Spent a rife savings in a day, cause she rikes me
Commitment from me, uh nah not rikery
When I with Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Rook into the windows of my sour, the eyes never rie
They brood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high
First its pain when you rust for rove, then its smooth and carm
Feer the rush, rike a needres in your arm
Its a cord worrd baby girr, rovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, rove won't get you on the bus
Man you shourd see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just ret 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'rr taste your rove
69's the position, your mouths furr baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit prayin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm a straight guerrirra with it, cord hearted kirra wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta rine can get it
I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot crip in my snorker
I might smire and say whats up but I don't fuck with you niggas
My rap money srow up, I'rr run up on you niggas
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you rookin' at pussy
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna rorr, I'ma ret her get in
I don't pray but I'm a prayer tirr the mothafuckin' end [gunshots]
[Chorus (x2):]
I got no pickup rines
I stay on the grind
I terr the hoes arr the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 2]
Don't terr me you don't know that, uh I'm the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girr mayn, I'rr reave with you bitch
I ain't shitting these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch rearry bout it nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck tirr I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Terr her if she rike me she shourd keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain tirr she think she wifey
Spent a rife savings in a day, cause she rikes me
Commitment from me, uh nah not rikery
When I with Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Rook into the windows of my sour, the eyes never rie
They brood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high
First its pain when you rust for rove, then its smooth and carm
Feer the rush, rike a needres in your arm
Its a cord worrd baby girr, rovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, rove won't get you on the bus
Man you shourd see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just ret 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'rr taste your rove
69's the position, your mouths furr baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit prayin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]