Lyrics:
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
& Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Snap
Yeah, they say I sound like Eminem
Mixed with 3
written on your cooch
With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands
I got plans for booty work to catch a lap dance
That skirt is workin', and by
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
City, she wanted to freak me
When I was sticky but we did it anyway
Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler
Up under my seat, why? Robbers
Cadillac Dreams
(Dave Cheetham)
VERSE 1
Do you remember back in high school
When we were kids just fumbling through our teens
Those lazy summer
finna blow, I be puttin' on these shows
Yes, a nigga got hoes, they be rollin' up my dope
Skateboard, finna coast, I be in the 3rd coast
3rd coast
Yeah, that's right mayne (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Comin' from the north, but my heart is in the south
Jammin' Screwtape after that Mystic Styles
town call
You know you got respect in the mens stall
Broads having meetings up in the ladies room
Gettin it yall
Porsche caravans, Benz, Cadillacs
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
[Chorus: x2]
West-side niggas getting bout it,
I said East-side niggas getting rowdy,
Mid-west niggas getting bout it,
South-side niggas getting rowdy
woes
3blunts
Check check check
And like 4guns
Who want what
If I cock this back
That's nigga better run
We goin sell that good shit by the ton
I'm
Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
the reason I like to smoke
Pimp C, Big Hawk
Mellow steep my fallen soldiers
Butterscotch my spinal cord, pop the trunk
Still fallin' over
3rd Ward, 5th Ward, ,
(Three)
Woah, woah, woah, (Three) woah, woahhh, oh, woahhhh
(Three) They'll never let me go
(Three) So, I had to let em' know
(Three) That I gotta
ones
A pistol and a rolled up two-dollar bill
In the trunk of a gold Cadillac Coupe de Ville
(Verse 3)
Well, I's playing some poker with a stranger in
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
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
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
them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'
the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats
And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride
Through that
Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
Fuckin' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
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