my soul safe I just hop in my Lac and head tha other way While riding in my Cadillac What to my surprise While riding in my Cadillac What to my surprise
Übersetzung: Dirty. Mein Cadillac.
[Chorus] While riding in my Cadillac What to my surprise.. [Verse 1] Young shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my game cold Brush all my teeth cause my
million dollars worth Of insurance Yeah, a million dollars worth If it all burns down I can get it all back All back Plus a brand new cadillac That's right Cadillac
home Baby let me be your tour guide I?m your burger You my fries [Diddy] Run through sets Come through sets Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
on my grill Act like I'm da hater, the Haitian from Hankville I remember her I like she don't remember me When I was Cadillac, Hoop Deville, and Chicken
cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my
hurt And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac Six woofers and four amps, lo pro vogues on swole With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my
ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my
fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my
some mo', I shut my Cadillac do' My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm scrapin
fresh so clean rimp rimp rimp In a .. (Cadillac, grillin tag) (Purple-blue gators, and belts to match) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] (Sleepy Brown) I woke up early on my
-grind) With my money on my (mind-my-mind-my-mind-my-mind) Plus I'm still in my (prime-my-prime-my-prime-my-prime) And we be smokin that (la-lala-lala
the bottom to the top of the buildin Nigga I'm about my bread!!!! My flow is yo ceilin ceilin Nigga pop off Finna get popped my word is booooorn Wanna
get tore up' under city lights [Chorus] [Method Man] I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95 South and the dirty been riding dirty since Dirty died I gets it early, my
see the pineapple paint [Refrain] Baby ?Laq green drop coupes stack cream earrings in my ear look like a baby flat screen (do ya thang) I'm doing it my
you wear those hips I can't forget the cherry flavor taste surrounding your lips So call me crazy girl but I know you know it's on And shorty's riding dirty
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family uppy I'm just a lil' thug, what Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs, what And police don't even matter