Cadillac Pimpin' Lyrics - Drankin Patnaz - Youngbloodz

YOUNGBLOODZ (f/ Cutty) LYRICS 

Cadillac Pimpin' 

[Chorus: Cutty] 

I'm chillin, wood spinnin 

No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin 

I'm cruisin, hoes choosin 

That's cool 'cause I'm Cadillac pimpin 

Spoke spinnin, gold grillin 

Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin 

Keep ridin, car slidin 

That's cool 'cause 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 

'cause 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 

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

[Chorus x2]