Cadillac Girl

Lyrics

[Hook: Mac Dre] Ford, Chev, whatever ya got It don't mean shit, shit ain't hot Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it man, don't be scared to squat Ford, Chev, whatever ya got It don't mean shit, shit ain't hot Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it man, don't be scared to squat [Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Quick fast in a hurry Squat bounce drop dirty Cocaine white tiger white walls HIt the freeway hard at night y'all With the keys right there I'm ready to drive Like a eagle at 12 I'm ready to fly Pager going off, the cell phones ringin' Al Green's playin' and I keep singin' Jeans creased up with the beat up Now I'm about to go pick this little freak up Blow L's, make mail, ponytails Had to compliment her on her fresh done nails Varoom, motherfucker boom boom A whole block of green lights, freak zoom zoom Mario Andretti with Blowjob Betty Pedal to the metal when your ridin' with the devil Did just that at In-N-Out Burger No pickles, no onions, no playin' Check this out no delayin' Did a donut right is what I'm sayin' SHIT Police came, I was on the streets Smokin' more weed, bumpin' more beats Puttin' more words in the ear of this freak Cadillac girl, somethin' I'm a keep, Seville? [Chorus: Mac Dre & Andre Nickatina] Ford, Chev', whatever ya got It don't mean shit if the shit ain't hot I roll so outta control, windows on tint so I'm not exposed Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it, man, don't be scared to squat At the Honeycomb Hideout, I side out Fish, tell 'em where the hook, check it on the ride out Ford, Chev', whatever ya got It don't mean shit if the shit ain't hot Rally stripes with them D-boy pipes Make you think about strikin' when they flash them lights Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it, man, don't be scared to squat Such a fine ride with the perfect paint At the red light and you can't wait to race [Verse 2: Mac Dre] Cam, lifters, MSD shifters Three fifty one make the old school swifter Rap in the trunk, slap in the trunk Fat four-four in my lap for the funk Talkin' to a beezy on the phone but can't hear her Turned down the bump, so I can hear clearer I hear sirens get nearer Red and blue lights in my rear view mirror Pull over, nope nope With a car full of smoke and trunk full of dope I hit the gasser, go faster All you hear is dual exhaust, flowmaster On a chase, I take 'em, then I shake 'em A real Cutthoat nigga ain't no fakin' I shoot, ain't scared to scoot And shake them one time on a hot pursuit [Chorus: Mac Dre & Andre Nickatina] Ford, Chev', whatever ya got It don't mean shit if the shit ain't hot I roll so outta control, windows on tint so I'm not exposed Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it, man, don't be scared to squat At the Honeycomb Hideout, I side out Fish, tell 'em where the hook, check it on the ride out Ford, Chev', whatever ya got It don't mean shit if the shit ain't hot Rally stripes with them D-boy pipes Make you think about strikin' when they flash them lights Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it, man, don't be scared to squat Such a fine ride with the perfect paint At the red light and you can't wait to race [Outro: Mac Dre] Yeah, I wouldn't give a fuck what you're driving, mayne Be it Lincoln, be it Caddy, be it Ford, be it Chevy Nigga, get further, mayne Don't sit there and get caught by the police, mayne I'ma tell ya, mayne, it's nothin' Burn rubber all down the block, and don't stop Ya know