Lyrics Cadillac On 22's - David Banner
(Intro)
Thank
You
Lord
It's
gon'
be
aight
though
(ohh)
This
one's
for
you,
yeah!
Cadillacs
on
22s...
22s...
22s...
Pimp
my
voice
and
mack
these
beats...
Pray
to
the
Lord...
Mississippi...
(Chorus
- repeat
2x)
Cadillacs
on
22s
I
ain't
did
nothing
in
my
life
but
stayed
true
Pimp
my
voice
and
mack
these
beats
and
Pray
to
the
Lord
for
these
Mississippi
streets,
hey!
(Verse)
God
I
know
that
we
pimp
God
I
know
that
we
wrong
God
I
know
I
should
talk
about
you
mo'
in
all
my
songs
I
know
these
kids
are
listening
I
know
I'm
here
for
a
mission
But
it's
so
hard
to
get
'em
wit
22
rims
all
glisten
I
know
these
balls
are
talking
Lord
I
wanna
do
right
I
tried
to
fight
but
these
demons
they
come
TO
me
at
night
Like
my
momma,
my
daddy,
my
girl
and
now
my
boys
I
lost
Rachelle
but
I
guess
I
still
got
Dwayne
and
Roy
My
couzin
Sweets,
momma
Lita
and
Jason
Lord
I'm
praying
for
swacking
my
heart
is
still
impatient
Keep
'em
off
them
drugs,
far
away
from
thugs
He's
still
my
hero
but
just
a
shell
man
of
what
he
was
Yeah
smoking
get
a
buzz,
but
God
I
hear
Ya
calling
And
shit
wrong
wit
balling
But
my
soul
is
just
stelly
(steadily)
falling
And
the
sex
and
the
dead,
and
the
other
jail
God
I'm
stacking
my
mail
but
will
I
end
up
in
Hell?
(Chorus)
(Verse)
Lord
they
hung
Andre
Jones
Lord
they
hung
Reynold
Johnson
Lord
I
wanna
fight
back
but
I'm
just
so
sick
of
bouncing
Lord
I'm
sick
of
jumping,
Lord
please
just
tell
me
something
My
folks
still
dumping
my
music,
bumping
but
I
feel
nothing
My
heart
is
stelly
pumping
My
heart
is
stelly
breaking
Sometimes
I
feel
like
I'm
faking,
man
I'm
so
sick
of
taking
Maybe
hell
ain't
a
place
meant
for
us
to
burn
Maybe
Earth
is
telling
just
a
place
for
us
to
learn
Bout
Yo
love,
Yo
will
and
grace
Sometimes
I
wish
I
wasn't
born
in
the
first
place
Maybe
this
first
base,
God
knocked
the
ball
up
out
the
park
So
we
can
come
home
this
world
right
here
is
feeling
so
dark
Feeling
so
cold,
Lord
I'm
gettin'
so
old
I
dunno
if
I
can
take
this
world
right
here
no
more
22
inch
rims
on
the
'Lac
I
guess
that
was
Yo
footprint
in
the
sand
carrying
us
on
Yo
back
(Chorus)
(2x)
1 Intro
2 Might Getcha
3 What It Do
4 Like a Pimp
5 Fast Life
6 Whoremonger
7 Fuck 'Em
8 Choose Me
9 My Shawty
10 So Trill - Screwed & Chopped Explicit
11 Really Don't Wanna Go
12 Phone Tap
13 Interlude
14 Still Pimpin'
15 Michael Watts Interlude
16 Mississippi
17 Cadillac On 22's
18 Fire Falling
19 Outro
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