[Chorus: Cutty]I'm chillin, wood spinninNo Bentley's, Cadillac pimpinI'm cruisin, hoes choosinThat's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpinSpoke spinnin, gold grillinLiquor spillin, Cadillac pimpinKeep ridin, car slidinThat's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpinNow as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a highIn the sky, as I emphasize the right to replyWith these words you under heard I swerve through a blurDodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurgeAnd if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choiceFor the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poisePlus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippinOn really how it goes when these ties begin to grippinAnd shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakinI'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperoneSo see, we been doing this from way back long'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we rollWith a cup full of liquor blowing good on swoleSo let's ride til we can't ride no damn moreWe Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'[Chorus][Sean Paul]Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to goThis your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truthSo roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coupAll platinum bill with the fifth wheel tooAnd give truth to these suckas something overdueRide a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to doOld school, slant back with a jigga tooTan gold wit some bows like a poster booOld school, gold chain, still grippin the grainShow a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the gameGot a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the backAnd got so many hoes had to change up my 'LacAll day I don't know how to actGot this game down pat, sure be running the trackGet some money from these hoes and see how they reactShow 'em how a real nigga come down like that[Chorus][Sean Paul]I got a 'Lac with a rag, Lou
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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, Lou
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