Lyrics:
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
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
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
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
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
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
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
but we not makin' no G's
And that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)
Meet me at the Southside
Get you home by midnite
Make sure that your daddy just don't know
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mornin'
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us
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
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
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
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"
It was the Senior High School yearbook
The class of sixty-three
I'll never forget the day you gave
Your book and pen to me
It was all talked
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
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
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