That reminds me of an old Tavern up around Decatur. Had that painted in big letters on the building
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That reminds me of an old Tavern up around Decatur. Had that painted in big letters on the building
also
Carmine
Old Man with a Hat
I don't expect to find a bunch of rap fans on here, (and using the term "rap" is like covering everything from Elvis to AC/DC as "rock") but if you're interested in where the term comes from, here are the big car-themed 1988-ish song lyrics that got everyone using the term nationally. It's actually a pretty fun song (as is most Sir Mix-a-Lot music)...
Sir Mix-a-lot – My Hooptie Lyrics
My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got stolen
Bumper shook loose, chrome keeps scrapin'
Mis-matched tires, and my white walls flakin'
Hit mickey-d's, Maharaji starts to bug
He ate a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin', movin' tabs expired
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid skittles
Tinted back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the block
Gotta roll this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop
My hooptie - my hooptie
Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big dice on the mirror, grill like a truck
Lifters tickin', accelerator's stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now we're eight deep
Cars barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I watched in fright
My ex-girlfriend shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her toes
Mashed my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law ain't lyin', long hairs flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and what did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt
Homey got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still strong
Posse moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my boys uptight
Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers
In a hooptie
It's a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you don't I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like Shaft
Some get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I won't listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a you-turn
Spotted this freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the dope cassette
Playin' that tough crew hardcore dope
The tape deck broke
Damn what's next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex
Found a little club called the N-see-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much fame
"How ya doin' baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made slang
Baby got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped
By a hooptie
Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
"Whatcha want me to do Mix?"
Push freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' over gutters
Cars dip low with hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled into Arco
Cops on tip for Columbian cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's what he said
Big long car, four big black heads
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like Noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my license
His partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me go
This bucket ain't rollin' in snow
It's my hooptie
And if I've intrigued you, here's the best version of the video I could find online. (The first 40 seconds are stupid sound-effect remixes because of copyright, don't judge it until the rap starts...the original version was better and didn't have all the idiotic "stutter" effects. )
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New timing belt and do the water pump swap while you're in there.(only one more bolt) Ah set of new shoez and drive it 'til they fall off. No hole in the roof= no leakz, Mid 20'z with the 3.5L + 87 octane, win win. You're lookin' at 93 octane with both the5.7L and the 6.1L? Find an XRT8 or R/T in the wreckin' yard and glue emblem on your hatch and never raise the hood. Ain't no body gonna know 'cept you and the Lord and I'm thinkin' he ain't ah car guy 'cuz he's more into Angle wingz!
That reminds me of an old Tavern up around Decatur. Had that painted in big letters on the building
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You used to go to a bar with seat belts on the stools???
Genius...
78Brougham
"Chump"
I'm thinking it meant no small boobs! Lol
LOL good one
67Monaco
Go Woke, Go Broke.
Nah the little domer don't need high test. well it don't til ya start futzing wit da puter. 89 is factory. Had to run 91 with the franken-intake and engine and trans tune. but man the 6200 rpm up shifts were fun.
78Brougham
"Chump"
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