Get In My Car - 50 Cent

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 (Hahaha)

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 (Hahahaha)

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 with Vivica, I thought

I was onto something

But then the next week, nah

Man, it was nothing (Hahaha)

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" (Hahaha)

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" (Hahaha)

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 (Hahaha)

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 (Hahaha)

And when I open that door, "Bitch, get in my car"

Hahahaha

Quit playin', bitch, get in

You know you wanna ride with a nigga

50 Cent

G-G-G-G-G-Unit

Hahaha

(Gunshots)