Youngbloodz - Cadillac Pimpin Lyrics
[Chorus: Cutty]I'm chillin, wood spinninNo Bentley's, Cadillac pimpinI'm cruisin, hoes choosinThat's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpinSpoke spinnin, gold grillinLiquor spillin, Cadillac pimpinKeep ridin, car slidinThat's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin[J-Bo]Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a highIn the sky, as I emphasize the right to replyWith these words you under heard I swerve through a blurDodging these ***** niggaz who figure we outta splurgeAnd if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choiceFor the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poisePlus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippinOn really how it goes when these ties begin to grippinAnd shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakinI'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperoneSo see, we been doing this from way back long'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we rollWith a cup full of liquor blowing good on swoleSo let's ride til we can't ride no damn moreWe Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'[Chorus][Sean Paul]Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to goThis your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truthSo roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coupAll platinum bill with the fifth wheel tooAnd give truth to these suckas something overdueRide a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to doOld school, slant back with a jigga tooTan gold wit some bows like a poster booOld school, gold chain, still grippin the grainShow a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the gameGot a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the backAnd got so many hoes had to change up my 'LacAll day I don't know how to actGot this game down pat, sure be running the trackGet some money from these hoes and see how they reactShow 'em how a real nigga come down like that[Chorus][Sean Paul]I got a 'Lac with a rag, Louie Baton topDiamond cut interior, 15's the knotI'ma be a last nigga from the ATLY'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sellWhen you see me in the street, holla at me playaMy ***** got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hellThrough the strip'll never die, only time'll tellTo be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel[J-Bo]Say what, gather round for this two door showWe let the spillin go, rillin in the EldoradoWe rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon followCuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottleWith a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttleFor we out and cruise in the wind like roscoeSo you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slowCuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes[Chorus 2x]
