paroles de chanson Cadillac - Brother Ali

Sitting in my father-in-law's yellow Cadillac
Spinners on the am Stacys match the Stetson hat
How midwest is that?
Our wives are inside of the cub, shopping for grub
How soon 10:30 on a sunday night
Becomes noon with the police cruiser spotlight
Driver put your hands out the window
And walk back toward the sound of my voice real slow
Fresh out the mosque suits and ties are sharp
Coordinated with the paisley on the sock
They laid us on our faces in the cold snowy parking lot
Pops said be quiet and do not get shot
Mad deep at the scene
Screaming all crazy in our ears as loud as can be
Seemed like a lot for just daddy and me
My back became a cushion for their fat ass knees
Eight degrees with the pavement on my cheek
They relieved my pockets of my wallet and my keys
Big gang of strangers that i still can't see
Are squeezing every inch of my body they could reach
Where the fuck are the guns is what they're all shouting
We held our tongues it's like yall got em
They searched the car from top to bottom
Under the hood and the tires on the ground crawling
Sweet god please do not
Let these women walk outside of this shop
They don't need the scene or the shock
We don't need them screaming
While these demons got their heaters on cock
Long before cameras on the cell phone
They could just blast black men and go the hell home
No BLM in those days
Just a lot of PE BDP and NWA
Needless to say they didn't find no contraband
So they finally cut the zipties off our hands
Seemed like a good time to ask the guys with badges
Why'd you snatch us out the ride like that?
Just answering a call
Two black men in a cadillac that's yall (wait, what?)
Loading straps is what they thought they saw
To rob the bank branch that's inside of the store
Simple misunderstanding is all
They put us back in the car and drove their ass off
My ice cold mask got soft
And i almost cried cause we almost died
I'm looking at the people outside
Like which one of y'all called the police and lied
But pops never lost his demeanor
He's mad cause he just got his suit out the cleaners
I watched him cut the radio back on
And got his finger snap on to some old man song
I'm trembling in my seat now
He's singing off key loud tryna calm me down
He's wild he got me to laugh
Our wives are finally back with all of them bags
We loaded the car he shot me a glance
That said don't worry them it's probably best
How many nights does he have like this?
That are just buried in his memory's abyss
They called me last week and told me that
RIP pops died of a heart attack