E-40, Laroo, DecadeZ - My Whip Hot lyrics

Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk
No license and I ain't had task for months
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)
Whip's still rolling, so it's all good
If you blink you might miss
Me riding through yo' hood
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)

Give me some gloves and
A screwdriver, hot wire
Watch him go to work
In his do-dirt buggy he stole
Dope wagon, a key, a skirt
(Skirt) keep a hooptie underbucket in case
He might have to murk
Somebody hurt, somebody, mayne, pop him
Wet up their shirt leave a sucka stinkin'
Not smelling good like a Cert
Not for joyriding but for


Supplying and pushing purp
Take the scenic route, take the back road
It's high alert
Super thug dressed like a square
Know how to convert getting head
Bitches know potna about his bread
Taking chances in the car when
He might end up dead
Mannish living in boulevard
Moving real greedy-like
Shoot you in the face 'cause
He really ain't tryna fight
Put you in your place
In the dark not in the light
With the shit like toilet
Paper and baby wipes
Nah, this ain't no rental, nah
This ain't what I bought
Take you on a high speed
Chase 'cause the car hot

Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk
No license and I ain't had task for months
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)
Whip's still rolling, so it's all good
If you blink you might miss
Me riding through yo' hood
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)

Thumper in a bitch name from Bodega Bay (AYY)
Stolen credit card, mayne, that's a throwaway
(AYY) they call me Four Yard, mayne, potna
I don't play (Nope)
I was built this way it's
Mandatory where I stay
I'm sellin' broccoli and coke
Tryna keep my family afloat
Me, you and a bunch my
Niggas in the same boat
The economy's fucked up, it's fucked up
I can't vote 'Cause, I got priors and plus a
Jail record long as a rope
I'm tired of being broke
Doin' the opposite of soap
Wanna turn my life around
When it ain't no antidote
Grandmama saved, sanctified
Filled with the Holy Ghost
They be prayin' for me
Askin' God to keep me close
I'll be doin' the most
Hecka hard headed until they get me
Don't believe fat meat greasy
Doin' a buck 50 up in a 65 mile per hour
(Zone) finger on my pistol
(Chrome) , bust you in yo' fuckin' (Dome)
You niggas betta leave me 'lone
(Leave me 'lone) bIATCH!

Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk
No license and I ain't had task for months
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)
Whip's still rolling, so it's all good
If you blink you might miss
Me riding through yo' hood
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)

Some cars are stolen for joyriding
Some cars are stolen for transportation or
Get away from a crime scene

Have the story straight, nigga
If we slide up on a black-and-white
Open container
A motherfucker run a red light
I've been hustlin' all night, shrink wrappin'
Hot whip, fuck them hoes, they high cappin'
Any nigga play that game, acrobatin'
Flipped from the impact
All with my seat back
I don't know the registered owner
I'm in a firecracker
There's a bag in the trunk, avoid capture
Bitch run fast in heels
She know the throw-off method
So she protected (She protected)
Ridin' 'round with that phone blurpin'
Time to switch that line
I keep that GPS off all the time
I'm through the hood wit' it
So they label my car
High speed potential, D-boy at large
Too much luggage
We take a cab to the headquarters
Then bounce back with halfs and quarters
Taking orders

Dumpin' in the clutch, drugs in the trunk
No license and I ain't had task for months
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)
Whip's still rolling, so it's all good
If you blink you might miss
Me riding through yo' hood
My whip hot (My whip hot)
My whip hot (My whip hot)