Black Cadillac Lyrics - Hollywood Undead

Ride, slide, dipping low 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

Ride, slide, smoke control 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

What you gonna do when the shit goes down? 

Six misfits rolling through your hometown 

'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red 

Got the pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your head 

Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said 

Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's dead 

We found the white wolf stuffed in my white ball cap 

Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy's lab black 

Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back 

Now you're just a story on the cemetery track 

We lock and we load, we rock and we roll 

We cock and we go, it's the Undead show 

You know I mean what I say, better drop when we spray 

It's too late to pray on Judgment Day 

Hear those bells? It's the end of your life 

Someone's gotta live and someone's gotta die 

Here comes hell, it's redemption, right? 

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Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night 

Ride, slide, dipping low 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

Ride, slide, smoke control 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

What you gonna do when the shit goes down? 

Six misfits rolling through your hometown 

'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

Roll up in the spot like a live grenade 

And everyday we celebrate like a pimp parade 

Swimming in liquor till the end of my days 

Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze 

Who would've knew I turn the trees blue? 

You're sitting on the internet like "is this shit true?" 

And I don't give a fuck about your bad review 

Till I pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!" 

Then hop in the backseat and get to the blasting 

Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting 

Except this shit is real, not acting 

We're still murdering so thanks for asking 

Too damn smart to get caught up in the cavities 

Photos 

Boo you off-stage, just another fatality 

And, sir, you don't know that we lack morality? 

"Fuck, suck, dick, lick, man, we nasty" 

Ride, slide, dipping low 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

Ride, slide, smoke control 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

What you gonna do when the shit goes down? 

Six misfits rolling through your hometown 

'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses 

Gas is lit quick, spark on the matchstick 

The class is classic, lyrical backflips 

Got you bitches begging for the backstage passes 

Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc 

I'm just filling in because they never gonna have it 

So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you have this 

Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac shit 

Got the cardiac kit, where's the party at, trick? 

Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip 

Got the room loud in the 'Velli 

All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli 

We don't give a fuck, we never did 

Hit you with the thunder where you stand, it's how we live 

Believe me when we do it, yeah, we fucking do it big 

And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids 

Ride, slide, dipping low 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

Ride, slide, smoke control 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes 

What you gonna do when the shit goes down? 

Six misfits rolling through your hometown 

'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor 

Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes