50 Cent - Get In My Car lyrics

Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah

I'm a straight gorilla with it
Cold hearted killer with it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
(yeah) i make it hot
Motherfuckers freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, 32-shot clip in my snorkel (Uh, huh)
I might smile and say
"What's up?" but I don't fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up
I'll run up on you niggas (Woo)
I'm on the edge
I'm just waiting on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap what you looking 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 your face in my rims


If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play
But I'm a playa 'til the motherfucking end

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
(Uh, huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch
Get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
(Ha ha ha) and when I open that door, bitch
Get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
(Uh, huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch
Get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
(Ha ha haha)
And when I open that door, bitch
Get in my car

Don't tell me you don't know that
Ah I'm the shit
Now, you better watch your girl, man
I leave with your bitch
I ain't stunting these hoes, man
I'm 'bout my paper
If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga
I'm gon' take her backseat of my Jeep
Fuck 'til I fuck up her makeup (Uh, huh)
Take her to the Diamond District
Introduce her to Jacob (Woo)
Tell her if she like me
She should keep me icy
My game fuck with a bitch brain
'til she think she wifey (yeah)
Spent her life savings in a day
'cause she likes me
Committment from me, uhh nah, not likely
Went out Vivica
I thought I was onto something
But then the next week, nah, man
It was nothing (Ha ha ha)

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch
Get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch
Get in my car (Ha ha ha)
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
(Uh, huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch
Get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch
Get in my car (Ha ha ha)

Look into the windows of my soul
The eyes never lie (Uh, huh)
They blood shot red, it's ganja in my system
I'm high
First it's pain when you lust for love then
It's smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needle's in your arm
(Uh, huh) it's a cold world, baby girl
Loving me is not enough
Find out when you fucking broke
Love won't get you on the bus (yeah)
Man, you should see the pretty
Bitches that be sexing me
They suck cock to make 'em hot
I just let 'em stand next to me (Woo)
Hundred percent thug, freak, too
I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouth's full, baby
Huh?
My conversation's so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you
Yawning, turning over, and I'm in your bed

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch
Get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
(Ha ha ha) and when I open that door, bitch
Get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
(Uh, huh)
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch
Get in my car (Bitch, get in)
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
(Ha ha ha) and when I open that door, bitch
Get in my car

Ha ha haha quit playing, bitch! Get in
You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit hahaha
(Gunshots)