Cadillac Pimpin Lyrics

Cadillac Pimpin

[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 the back

 And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac

 All day I don't know how to act

 Got this game down pat, sure be running the track

 Get some money from these hoes and see how they react

 Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Sean Paul]

 I got a 'Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top

 Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot

 I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL

 Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell

 When you see me in the street, holla at me playa

 My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell

 Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell

 To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel

 

 [J-Bo]

 Say what, gather round for this two door show

 We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado

 We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow

 Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle

 With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle

 For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe

 So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow

 Cuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes

 

 [Chorus 2x]