Pimp my Ride lyrics

[GÜNDÜZ DÖNER]

So you wanna be a player?
But your wheels ain't fly?
You gotta hit us son
To get a pimped out ride

You gotta pimp my ride
d___ Right
You gotta pimp my ride

[Naedmi]

Back when MTV wasn't ♥♥♥♥.

[Arya]

You know, I got the official licenced Pimp my Ride video game from a clueless Aunt.

I've still got it, even if I drastically cut down my collection it's one game I would never sell. Not because it was good or out of respect to my Aunt, but because it was so spectacularly bad and horrible and I want to keep it to remind me of how hard it made me laugh. It was a perfect storm.

I've played a lot of racing games. Car customisation is a central part; taking something that's already fairly fast, making it faster and then making it beautiful.

In a terrible twist of irony, Pimp my Ride got this formula horribly wrong. Your only choices of car were the kind of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ seen on the TV show, cars that couldn't be made either fast or beautiful. Cars that would always, deep down, be boring.

Worse, once finished you couldn't actually do anything with them. The game forced you to drive at the speed limit, it was impossible to go any faster and there wasn't anywhere worth driving them. You had a generic beach, a generic dockyard, both of them not much larger than an NFL field and with the game locking you to 45 MPH or below.

And finally you had the protagonist. Xhibit was a little too expensive, so they created their own protagonist. By combining every African-American stereotype and cliche into one character. I'm not sure whether this decision eminated from sheer laziness or simmering racism, but the result was bad enough to kill even a great racing game. Let alone this lame duck.