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I've been set off by a pretty little girl I'm like a rocket from a bottle shot free I've been just explosive since you lit me I've been up with
I saw my love by the restaurant Diggin for home fries in a garbage can Ice cream & cake Sweetness & light A bottle of wine That would be nice ?
an old friend that i didn't need then And i had a wife of my own. I said I got a life of my own I've got a life of my own I caught a beer bottle
is coming, so you better get on your knees Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free He said, "I quit my job at a big church where
that love was the one thing money couldn't buy Daddy never was the Cadillac kind It took a while but now I'm grown I've settled down with kids of my own
you're the right kind of man Man I don't dig your sounds at all Cadillac's don't excite me I've got one of my own And that don't either Is that all
the deepest lake A volcano about to awake I'll grab that bottle by the neck And say my prayers... and then I'll hurl that bottle Down into the deep ravine I'll
they khakis and, packin yo pieces cause you sposed to cousin Catfish and grits is how my flow flow Rollin steady in that caddy but them 50 bottles
for me out by the rocket base And we'll both blast off into outer space At oh, oh, oh-oh, Bernadine Bernadine, Bernadine Come away with me now in
into my home You're like a bottle sent with a message But you're sinkin' like a stone If I had your name I'd be changin' it by now If I was
Destroyed the icon I did it for love I honoured my feelings You betrayed your own heart Corrupted that organ Family was always our sacred mutual
destroyed the icon I did it for love, I honored my feelings You betrayed your own heart, corrupted that organ Family was always our sacred mutual
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
My baby got a Cadillac Eight, darlin' My baby got a Cadillac Eight, darlin' My baby got a Cadillac Eight Poor me ain't got nowhere to stay, darlin'
own All yours and mine, dear Bernadine (yours and mine, dear Bernadine) Oh, Bernadine Oh, oh, oh, Bernadine Say you'll wait for me out by
friend that I didn't need then And I had a wife of my own" Said, "I've got a life of my own I've got a life of my own" I caught a beer bottle flat in
give it meet Black Cadillac don't rap it we live it up in Mass 21 chicks flock when we huddle my team's so fly we should own a Delta Shuttle so stop
of forever Scars, broken hearts Breaking in cars Running in the light of the moon Lost souls Bottle rockets All that we wanted It's for our life
Slowly drowning through my own abuse Nothing changes anymore Thought I'd taste the freedom long ago Not the man I was before Slave no more
back to the woods Where I hid all my goods In a rusted out cadillac door we all get nostalgic And fall for the hat trick Of thinking it'll be
[verse 1] Full blown Rap rock and roll Whatever happened to solid gold? Ain't like it can't and won't get sold Sold by the same cats Stole yo soul
Thirty thousand, I'mma spend it Hella bottles in my section Throwin' money on the floor No, I ain't on the guest list I walk right in through the door I'm
Driving cadillacs through the atl Trying to make it to heaven So I'm going through hell Nobody knows my pain So my cup is full I'm trying
and Dad said its all for my own good Counting cards and I memorized the phone book I sent a message in a bottle but it came back I used to waste time in
I took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer I sat me down by a tender young maiden whose eyes were as dark as her hair