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The Cadillac Three (The Cadillac Three) · The Cadillac Three (The Cadillac Three) · The Cadillac Three (The Cadillac Three) · South of the South (David Dondero) · From South Africa to South Carolina (Brian Jackson) · South of the South (David Dondero) · Three Classic Albums Plus (We Three/Just Us/Out of the Afternoon) (Roy Haynes) · Three By Three (Scarlett, Washington & Whiteley) · We Three: Three for All (David Liebman) · The Three Sounds/Gene Harris of the Three Sounds (Gene Harris) – and 90 other albums »


Geronimo by storm

Took all his feathers on his uniform.


Took his land and the won't give it back

But they sent Geronimo a Cadillac.


Hey, boys take me
They put Geronimo in jail down South
Where he couldn't look a gift horse in a mouth
Sergeant, Sergeant don't you feel
There's something wrong with
I wanna ride in Geronimo's automobile
Take me, take me, take me back
I wanna ride in Geronimo's [Cadillac]

They put Geronimo in jail down South
They put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth

Sergeant, Sergeant, don't you feel
There's something wrong
Uh, Cadillac grills Cadillac mills
Check out the oil on my Cadillac spills
Matter fact candy paint Cadillac's kill
So check out the ho's my
cadillac
Let me ride, let me ride
White man, white man, don't you know
Those indians they had no place to go
They took old Geronimo by storm
Ripped off
Put geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look
A gift horse in the mouth
Took old geronimo by storm
Ripped off the feathers from his uniform
outrun my V8 Ford,
Cadillac doin' 'bout 95, bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side,

Maybelline, why can't you be true? Whoa Maybelline, why can't you be
some gangsta shit
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta
motivatin' over the hill, I saw Maybelline in a Coup de Ville,
Cadillac rollin' on the open road, nothin' outrun my V8 Ford,
Cadillac doin' 'bout 95, bumper
but we not making no G's
And that's a no-no

Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's Ball
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
clientele
A Rolly Watch, two pots and three scales
Can get bout 50 and a Hummer
The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer
Money, hoes, cars,
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
Bankhead and krispy kremes
Cadillac's on 23's
Iced-grill that'll make you freeze
Damn, you know what I mean

Verse III
Let me kick this one more time
Look
DesireƩ
You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
He said - Bubba, real careers ain't
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
Hookie parties was the best
They tought us niggas how to finesse the fat fatty and the chest
Now we into nickel bags, dreams about Cadillacs and Jags
We
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac
[Three Minutes and Fourteen Seconds of an instrumental]

Yo man, a nigga gotta say SOMETHIN' to this track man,
I hate to interrupt y'all boys
As I passed by
A real fine hotel
A chick walked out
She sure looked swell
I gave her the eye
And started to carry on
When a Cadillac cruised up,
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
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