Riding down the road in a nickel black cadillac Reckon tomorrow I don't want
my money back If I roll then I roll Yeah I roll down the road I rolled
this far Don't need no high sale No no no!
(Chorus) Can't
beat it with a stick Bulletproof, three feet thick When you got it down
keep beating it Can't beat it Can't beat it And if you can then you
beat it like this
I had a dream Woke up in a cold cold
sweat It was one of those dreams though That you know you'll never
forget Well there was one, no two, no three, no four Women in the kitchen
whipping me up some food Four women dressed to the hilt Dressed like
prostitutes