Cadillacin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's about style It's about cool Long haired trucker caps and country roots Yeah it's a feeling that you get From suicide doors and Johnny Cash, yeah [Verse 2] It's about real It's about smoove That flat black and them speakers boom It's slow It's fast If you're gonna roll, roll in a Cadillac [Chorus] Fuzzy dice on the mirror Cooler in the back full of beer Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses Catching every girls eye As we roll on by Horns on the hood looking damn good Cadillacin' [Verse 3] It's about four rings of fire Them white wall spinning, smoking tires It's about giving her a ride She got a thumb in the air, yeah she knows what I got She wants to slide right in my TC-3 On a Saturday night in them leather seats Heads bopping back and forth to the beat, yeah alright [Chorus] Fuzzy dice on the mirror Cooler in the back full of beer Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses Catching every girls eye As we roll on by Horns on the hood looking damn good Cadillacin' [Chorus] Fuzzy dice on the mirror Cooler in the back full of beer Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses Catching every girls eye As we roll on by Horns on the hood looking damn good Cadillacin' Cadillacin'