Lyrics:
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Geronimos Cadilac
They put Geronimo in jail down South
Where he couldn't look a gift horse in a mouth
Sergeant, Sergeant
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
Man's final frontier is the soul
guided by someone more powerful than any human being
Someone felt but never seen You will be surprised of what resides
by the windows and the doors
But my moms gotta clean his FUCKIN floors
They won't let us in (that's right)
even if we learn to act just like them
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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Well, they put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth
Sergeant, sergeant, don't you feel
There's something
Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom
[Chorus: x3]
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again
[Will I Am]
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
Every
[Chorus: x2]
West-side niggas gettin' bout it,
I said East-side niggas gettin' rowdy,
Mid-west niggas gettin' bout it,
South-side niggas gettin'
Me and my uncle went ridin' down
To South Colorado, West Texas bound
We stopped over in Santa Fe
That day on the pony, just about halfway
And you
Hubcaps
Written by Timothy and Dominic Haygood
Rollin' on 3 hubcaps,
Cruisin' in my Cadillac,
Ain't nothin' but a scrap trap,
Boy's I'm not
[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Yeah
Ya drive a Chevy now
Yeah, I'm ready now
The car's stolen baby
But I'm rollin baby
[Hook: Jasper]
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Like a checking the town in two or three banks and a yellow Cadillac to drive
To go sportin' around with two or three red-heads or maybe take a blonde
a soundtrack to a six pack
One, two, three, four, five, let's sing
It's a soundtrack to a six pack
The devil went down to Georgia in a Cadillac
Kicking
brother's glock
And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off
a lil kid now Big Boy, outcast like three stacks
Laying all it in the Cadillac with a red bone
giving me dome my music on with the seats back
Ludacris
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
Me and JB and Sonny, we grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little three-piece band
Yeah we
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
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
Me and my uncle went riding down
South Colorado, West Texas bound
We stopped over in Santa Fe
That being the point just about half way
And you know
But he done her wrong!
One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel;
Just casually glanced into a window so high,
And who did she see but her
auntie's house this Friday and knock every sap.
By Monday we been in south there in whole half ounce.
I'm a flip that get a hole out.
Take the hole out
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
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