Hot Rod Papa (Marsha Hunt) Got my hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race Got my hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace You know I'm selling all by midnight Still broke and livin' on the ground You know I'm selling all by midnight Still broke and livin' on the ground Cause my gone little papa cut out without a sound With my greased up Levi's And my baseball boots above my head With my greased up Levi's And my baseball boots above my head Lord if it wasn't such a tragedy I might wish I was dead Aw, he took my ice green mustang and my purple colored dodo bell He took my ice green mustang and my purple colored dodo bell Lord he even took my hash pipe and my elixir of life Hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race Hot rod papa movin' Like a motorcycle devil in a race Blown out of my mind, I can't keep up the pace Hot rod papa movin like a motorcycle