Cadillacs On 22`s Lyrics

Cadillacs On 22`s lyrics

[Intro]It's gon' be aight though (ohh)This one's for you, yeah!Cadillacs on
22s...Pimp my voice and mack these beats..[Chorus - repeat 2x]Cadillacs on 22sI
ain't did nothing in my life but stayed truePimp my voice and mack these beats
andPray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey![Verse]God I know that
we pimpGod I know that we wrongGod I know why she talk about Moet all of my
songsI know these kids are listeningI know I'm here for a missionBut it's so
hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glistenI know these balls are talkingLord I
wanna do rightI tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at nightLike my
momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boysI lost Rachelle but I guess I still got
the whining RoyMy couzins sweet, momma lay that JasonLord I'm praying for
swacking my heart is still impatientKeep 'em off them drugs, far away from
thugsHe's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it wasYeah smoking get a
buzz, but God I hear ya callingAnd sh*t wrong wit ballingBut my soul is just
stelly [steadily] ballingAnd the sex and the dead, and the other jailGod I'm
stacking my mail but will I end up in hell?[Chorus][Verse]Lord they hum Andre
JonesLord they hum Reynold JohnsonLord I wanna fight back but I'm just so sick
of bouncingLord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me somethingMy folks
still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothingMy heart is stelly pumpingMy
heart is stelly breakingSometimes I feel like I'm faking, manI'm so sick of
takingMaybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burnMaybe Earth is telling just
a place for us to learnBout yo love, yo will and graceSometimes I wish I wasn't
born in the first placeMaybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the
parkSo we can come home this world right here is feeling so darkFeeling so
cold, Lord I'm feeling so oldI dunno if I can take this world right here no
more22 inch rims on the 'LacI guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying
us on yo back[Chorus (2x)]