Cadillac Pimpin

<br>[Chorus: Cutty]<br>I`m chillin, wood spinnin<br>No Bentley`s, Cadillac pimpin<br>I`m cruisin, hoes choosin<br>That`s cool cuz I`m Cadillac pimpin<br>Spoke spinnin, gold grillin<br>Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin<br>Keep ridin, car slidin<br>That`s cool cuz I`m Cadillac pimpin<br><br>[J-Bo]<br>Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high<br>In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply<br>With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur<br>Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge<br>And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice<br>For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise<br>Plus the Cadillac`s we pimpin so slightly you been slippin<br>On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin<br>And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin<br>I`m quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?<br>And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone<br>So see, we been doing this from way back long<br>`92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll<br>With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole<br>So let`s ride til we can`t ride no damn more<br>We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho`<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Sean Paul]<br>Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go<br>This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell `em the truth<br>So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup<br>All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too<br>And give truth to these suckas something overdue<br>Ride a `Lac like a true playa `posed to do<br>Old school, slant back with a jigga too<br>Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo<br>Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain<br>Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game<br>Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back<br>And got so many hoes had to change up my `Lac<br>All day I don`t know how to act<br>Got this game down pat, sure be running the track<br>Get some money from these hoes and see how they react<br>Show `em how a real nigga come down like that<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Sean Paul]<br>I got a `Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top<br>Diamond cut interior, 15`s the knot<br>I`ma be a last nigga from the ATL<br>Y`all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell<br>When you see me in the street, holla at me playa<br>My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell<br>Through the strip`ll never die, only time`ll tell<br>To be in, it`s Cadillac steerin wheel<br><br>[J-Bo]<br>Say what, gather round for this two door show<br>We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado<br>We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow<br>Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle<br>With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle<br>For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe<br>So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow<br>Cuz this shit`ll never end through the eyes of my foes<br><br>[Chorus 2x]