| Lyrics: | [Chorus: Cutty]
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin,
hoes choosin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor
spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I
emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see
homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when
these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm
quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no
chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we
roll
With a cup full of liquor 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 Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the
truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel
too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed
to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of
the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in th |
