Lyrics In My Cadillac - E.S.G.
(*talking*)
(In
my
Cadillac),
just
rolling
(In
my
Cadillac),
looking
good
(In
my
Cadillac),
shined
up
smelling
clean
(In
my
Cadillac),
smelling
good
check
it
[Bun
B]
L
Dog
Verritz,
Sevilles
Coupe
Devilles
Escalades
and
Latays,
damn
dude
is
real
No
matter
where
you
from,
or
how
you
feel
You
ain't
showing
classic
grills
Fool
you
ain't
riding
real
now
here's
the
deal
Got
the
sun
rooftop,
with
the
diamond
in
the
back
And
I'm
sitting
in
the
squad,
just
reclining
in
the
Lac
My
doja
pine
is
in
the
sack,
that
we
blow
Now
tell
me
that
you
ain't
dizzy,
trying
to
follow
the
chrome
The
trail
free
22
inches,
two
pairs
of
shoes
one
on
the
trunk
Popping
and
swang
crank
up
your
bang,
let's
get
it
crunk
Show
your
screens
if
you
got
em,
po'
ya
lean
if
you
sipping
Blow
a
swisha
if
ya
smoking,
fool
we
ain't
even
tripping
There's
only
three
rules,
when
you
sit
in
my
car
One
no
ash
on
my
flo',
two
don't
steal
your
bar
Three
don't
touch
my
radio,
cause
I'm
banging
my
Screw
And
everyday
pulled
Arthur
P-A,
this
is
how
we
do
rolling
[Hook:
Ms.
Marylin]
In
my
Cadillac,
see
me
rolling
In
my
Cadillac,
sipping
smoking
In
my
Cadillac,
boppers
watching
In
my
Cadillac,
rims
nonstopping
trunk
keep
knocking
[E.S.G.]
We
in
a
Cadillac
that's
where
I'm
at,
DTS
or
a
slant
back
Where
your
candy
paint
at,
boy
where
your
cup
of
drank
at
Now
think
that,
some
people
get
tired
Of
hearing,
bout
cash
and
cars
When
you
never
had
nothing,
that
make
ya
feel
like
a
star
Navigation
Onstar,
just
to
tell
where
I'm
at
Sedan
Devilles
chrome
grill,
and
wheels
with
belts
to
match
New
platinum
Coupe
plack,
wonder
where
my
roof
at
That's
that
new
drop
top,
now
should
I
bulletproof
that
Look
black,
if
you
ain't
cutting
on
no
20
inch
buttons
I'ma
tell
you
what
to
do,
and
playa
oooh
nothing
22's
or
23's,
six
T.V.'s
when
I'm
swerving
Escalade
special
made,
same
size
as
a
Suburban
Trying
to
ball
till
I
fall,
just
like
Yao
Ming
Southside
ride,
candy
red
on
cream
Northside
playas,
y'all
know
what
I
mean
Blow
green
on
the
scene,
everything
so
clean
Can't
mess
with
the
team,
ghetto
dreams
P-A-T,
we
still
the
kings
E.S.G.
in
a
EXZ,
come
on
girl
let
me
hear
you
sing
[Hook]
[Slim
Thug]
My
Cadillac
killing
em,
I'm
Sprewell
wheeling
em
If
they
less
than
ten
G's,
then
the
Boss
ain't
feeling
em
I
keep's
it
real,
in
the
Caddy
Deville
Turning
corners
wood
wheel,
with
the
big
daddy
grill
Looking
like
I'm
worth
a
mill,
backing
out
the
garage
Rolling
hard,
for
the
competition
on
the
'Vard
Shit
I
live
like
a
Boss,
floss
like
a
Boss
Candy
blue
with
the
gloss,
on
my
7-5
Boss
Hold
it
down
off
the
North,
I'm
a
high
roller
You
ain't
seen
a
Lac
colder,
look
I
told
ya
Pulling
on
doja,
in
the
45
fast
lane
Hoes
and
niggaz
trying
to
flag
me
down,
when
I
pass
mayn
But
I
keep
going,
do-do
keep
blowing
Purple
drank
po'ing,
while
my
candy
keep
glowing
High-siding
when
I'm
riding,
Slim
be
holding
it
down
Ask
around,
they'll
tell
you
how
my
Cadillac
shine
[Hook]
In
my
Cadillac
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