Lyrics 68 Caddy - Mass 187

Ahhh '68 Caddy on gold's & Vogues Damn,
I had to figure out the lyrics to
This song all on my own, finally done.

A classic from the Midwest's Krooked City

"Ahhh '68 Caddy on gold's & Vogues n*ggas on the road,
N*ggas gettin' blowed hopped on the freeway,
Hot summer day outside pass me the Swisher n*gga to make the ride.
Smoke straight blowing filling the air we looking loc'd out bitches
Stop and stare. I see my n*ggas laughing cause we clownin' n shit
They sayin' Pooh you n*ggas need to quit it.
Give 'em a pound chillin' at the liquor store I need a drink then
It's square time to go.
We got the top down 15's boomin' n shit leather interior and candy on
The hit. Now I got my purr on n*ggas feelin' high,
So I hide the sweet when them laws roll by,
N*gga don't want no trouble,
He better roll right pass me that's what it's all about '68 Caddy.
Pimps and the Hustla's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Hoe's with the game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
N*ggas on the come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all the mack daddy's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Time to get some ho's welcome to Lattice's house,
Here the hood boomin' and turn that bitch out,
Punk n*ggas standin' Jordan and brew,
M16 loaded, so n*gga don't act a fool.
Pull up in the driveway bitches saying Hey!
Come on in the house,
Y'all know it's time to play.
Butt naked funny lickin' balls and nuts,
I'm a busy one in her gut then it's back out on the cut.
Smoking sweets with them ho's so we kick her out the door n*gga bust
A fat but so you know my high gone.
2 mack daddy's back in the Caddy,
Remote make the top fold n*ggas let's roll.
Pimps and the Hustla's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Ho's with that game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
N*ggas on that come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all them mack daddy's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Back again fadded, n*ggas straight blown,
Can't take the glare from the sun off the chrome,
Headed to the park find a chicken hit the same,
Waitin' on my n*ggas to come through from round the way.
Damn the park is packed, ho's in them daisy dukes,
N*ggas rollin' round playin' brew fuckin' screw, damn,
Let's park this car,
Fool pop the trunk all them n*ggas round the Caddy we's about to fuck
It up, n*ggas goin' wild, from they fuckin' sound,
So I said fuck it and kicked it to a freestyle, park straight jumpin',
Hands in the air, n*ggas jumpin' up talkin' about party over here.
Now it's getting dark, but we don't give a fuck,
Y'all know that n*gga Jordan got that neon in the trunk,
Flip the script a while then it's time to take
Another ride close up the shop and make our way to 59.

Pimps and the Hustla's
(Rollin'in the Caddys)
Ho's with that game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
N*ggas on that come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all the mack daddy's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)

Skirt off on the park, and we hit the club, yeah we ready,
Roll up to that bitch with a pocket full of fetti,
Daddy's mobbed up for bout a mile and a half long.
Nobody out here trippin' they might have to get it on.
Elbows on my left, discs to my right,
Doors sunroofs, droptops they all tight.
No po-po's out here trippin',
My n*ggas out here whippin' n dippin' this shit is in the house so
Southern players convention.
We all stepped like a million mack daddy's,
N*ggas on their hoods high cappin' on their shit.
See that type of shit ain't cool if you ain't got
Your strap, m*ggas down here go kw for kw and cap for cap.

Pimps and them Hustla's
(Rollin' in the Caddys)
Ho's in that game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Niggas on that Come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all them mack daddy's
(Rollin'in them Caddys)

Yeah, I gotta say what's up to all my real muthafucka's
Lil Troy in the house, that Grim Reaper,, that Bomb Bud,
That Mariflow, Savoia, and all them n*ggas from Mass 187.
That's how we roll is all Caddy's down here in the South..."

Mass 187 - "'68 Caddy" 1995 on the road,
N*ggas gettin' blowed hopped on the freeway,
Hot summer day outside pass me the Swisher n*gga to make the ride.
Smoke straight blowing filling the air we looking loc'd out bitches
Stop and stare. I see my n*ggas laughing cause we clownin' n shit
They sayin' Pooh you n*ggas need to quit it.
Give 'em a pound chillin' at the liquor store I need a drink then
It's square time to go.
We got the top down 15's boomin' n shit leather interior and candy on
The hit. Now I got my purr on n*ggas feelin' high,
So I hide the sweet when them laws roll by,
N*gga don't want no trouble,
He better roll right pass me that's what it's all about '68 Caddy.
Pimps and the Hustla's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Hoe's with the game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
N*ggas on the come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all the mack daddy's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Time to get some ho's welcome to Lattice's house,
Here the hood boomin' and turn that bitch out,
Punk n*ggas standin' Jordan and brew,
M16 loaded, so n*gga don't act a fool.
Pull up in the driveway bitches saying Hey!
Come on in the house,
Y'all know it's time to play.
Butt naked funny lickin' balls and nuts,
I'm a busy one in her gut then it's back out on the cut.
Smoking sweets with them ho's so we kick her out the door n*gga bust
A fat but so you know my high gone.
2 mack daddy's back in the Caddy,
Remote make the top fold n*ggas let's roll.
Pimps and the Hustla's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Ho's with that game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
N*ggas on that come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all them mack daddy's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
Back again fadded, n*ggas straight blown,
Can't take the glare from the sun off the chrome,
Headed to the park find a chicken hit the same,
Waitin' on my n*ggas to come through from round the way.
Damn the park is packed, ho's in them daisy dukes,
N*ggas rollin' round playin' brew fuckin' screw, damn,
Let's park this car,
Fool pop the trunk all them n*ggas round the Caddy we's about to fuck
It up, n*ggas goin' wild, from they fuckin' sound,
So I said fuck it and kicked it to a freestyle, park straight jumpin',
Hands in the air, n*ggas jumpin' up talkin' about party over here.
Now it's getting dark, but we don't give a fuck,
Y'all know that n*gga Jordan got that neon in the trunk,
Flip the script a while then it's time to take
Another ride close up the shop and make our way to 59.

Pimps and the Hustla's
(Rollin'in the Caddys)
Ho's with that game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
N*ggas on that come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all the mack daddy's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)

Skirt off on the park, and we hit the club, yeah we ready,
Roll up to that bitch with a pocket full of fetti,
Daddy's mobbed up for bout a mile and a half long.
Nobody out here trippin' they might have to get it on.
Elbows on my left, discs to my right,
Doors sunroofs, droptops they all tight.
No po-po's out here trippin',
My n*ggas out here whippin' n dippin' this shit is in the house so
Southern players convention.
We all stepped like a million mack daddy's,
N*ggas on their hoods high cappin' on their shit.
See that type of shit ain't cool if you ain't got
Your strap, m*ggas down here go kw for kw and cap for cap.

Pimps and them Hustla's
(Rollin' in the Caddys)
Ho's in that game
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
N*ggas on that Come up
(Rollin' in them Caddys)
And all them mack daddy's
(Rollin' in them Caddys)

Yeah, I gotta say what's up to all my real muthafucka's
Lil Troy in the house, that Grim Reaper,, that Bomb Bud,
That Mariflow, Savoia, and all them n*ggas from Mass 187.
That's how we roll is all Caddy's down here in the South..."

Mass 187 - "'68 Caddy" 1995