In My Cadillac

(*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 niggas 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