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Youngbloodz F/ Cutty Miscellaneous Cadillac Pimpin [Chorus: Cutty] I'm chillin, wood spinnin No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes choosin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin Spoke spinnin, gold grillin Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin Keep ridin, car slidin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin [J-Bo] Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it? And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone So see, we been doing this from way back long '92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho' [Chorus] [Sean Paul] Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too And give truth to these suckas something overdue Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do Old school, slant back with a jigga too Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac All day I don't know how to act Got this game down pat, sure be running the track Get some money from these hoes and see how they react Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that [Chorus] [Sean Paul] I got a 'Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell When you see me in the street, holla at me playa My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel [J-Bo] Say what, gather round for this two door show We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow Cuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes [Chorus 2x] |
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