Lyrics:
got nothin' to be doin', so you better, you better, you better get outta here
Cause I'm tryin' to ride in my Cadillac, with nobody else but me, by
like a punk, when I pass by
Rope chain round my neck
Self made writer & producer, double threat
Yo baby momma calling me back, she want sex
I'm bout
the hungry's for your love and I'm waitin' in your welfare line
When I first saw you babe you nearly made me wreck my old 49 Cadillac
I knew at a glance that
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
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
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
thoughts
You pause, for the cause, how to recall and remember
But the train is in reverse and the caboose is in the center
?Cause your mind ain't free,
Standin' on the corner watchin' all the girls go by
Drinkin' wine and whiskey smokin' joints and stayin' high
I was young and crazy and I never
the cruise control
Get me back on track
Let my old Ford treat me like a Cadillac
Nothin' on Earth that'll get me hummin'
Like a heat wave comin' and I'll
and as the time went by
We found that we liked living free that way
I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
I
She left Oklahoma for California
Sunglasses on the brim of her hat
Smoke was pourin' from that old Cadillac
But she wasn't turnin' back
Just
About this time of evening, out by the bay
They turn the road lights on the bridge
A diesel rolls in silhouette, eastbound
Lovers glad the sun has
YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty) LYRICS
Cadillac Pimpin'
[Chorus: Cutty]
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes
downtown, are hustlin' around
The weight of the world on their mind
Me, I'm sittin' in the shade, soakin' up the day
Watchin' 'em all roll by
I'm just
on Jambalaya.
Well before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand,
By the time I could talk I had my own band.
I went on the road when I was eight years old,
When
his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin' down the ville
The Muezzin was a-standin'
On the radiator grille, ow
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah,
a Cadillac Deville
He grabbed her by her raven hair
And threw her on the floor
Said no free ride for the cowboys
That ain't what I pay you for
She jumped up
train clean out of sight,
Broken down Cadillac assembly line
Every dollar you earn, is a link in the Devil’s chain
Every dollar you earn, is a link in
and Cadillac's
I-I'm bringing real rap back
I'm bringing real rap back
I-I-I'm bringing real rap back
For the Chevy's and Cadillac's
I'm offended by all means,
Well, I don't care what you say
I don't have use for your words anyway
You don't need a Cadillac
'Cause I'll be waiting with my bare back
broke his heart
Now she's getting married to his ex-best friend
And there's only one thing to do
'Cause you can make a million dollars just by singing
are hatching
In your Cadillac
Reaching for your jack
There's nothing we can tell you
Just a little queen
Dirty mouth and mean
There's nothing we
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses
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
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