Lyrics

G?s in a Cadillac

Wiz Kid
Funny how time goes slow when you aint got no dough
That?s why I promised myself not to see that no more
Play my records in the club
Watch them hit the floor
Shout it out ? who you with - now you know Maestro
They call us kick back artists cause we kick back the hardest
A smoke or a drink we gonna have fun regardless
Mackin to the ladies and knockin out retardeds is what we do best boy so don?t get us started
Never half hearted the G?s in this ride
We got the rims and tires for the so called admirers
Merging and swerving from lane to lane and this Makers on the rocks got me feeling no pain
I can?t remember her name, but she?s givin me brain, insane
How the ladies be acting cause a brother be rappin and straight paper stackin
A laid back motherfuckin mack - G?s in the Cadillac

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G?s in the Cadillac
10?s and 12?s humpin in the back
We?re headin down town to find to find a fat ol sack
And let it run and chill with the playas and macks
We got G?s in the Cadillac
10?s and 12?s humpin in the back
We?re headin down town to find to find a fat ol sack
And let it run and chill with the playas and macks


Silently roll up on the scenery till the track starts on the CD
Turn the bass up G put the volume on 3 and let your relatives rock the party
Yeah yeah
Yes we came to profile
Armoral on the tires
Aqua-fresh on the smile
And as clear as the eye can see fly honeys and playas of the new school frontin heavily
We?re doing 15 in the lack - bumpin fat tracks to keep you neck movin and a hump in your back
Brothas simply don?t know how to act - they see G?s in the Escalade paid just for something they said
Instead of getting with the fine ones they left with the Frankenstein ones cuz the prize ones are coming with us
I see 3 in the back of the truck next to the 10?s and 12?s
At the same time hollering what, slow down
Left turn kid
Hit the ABC store let the DR run up on some Hen dog and a optimal
So we can blow some dough dough, but toke slow cuz it?s potent yo
Twist the cap off the Hand turn it up
Let the alcohol level rise in my cup
My boy Wiz straight smashing in his Cadillac truck on our way to get Jerz - high as fuck

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Jerze
1 for the Heni
2 for the pot
3 for them fiends when I?m dippin through the spot
4 for them hoars that be all up in my face
They say a nigga sexy as a sizzle that they race
In the cadillac seats be way back like I?m crushin
Volume adjusted 3 until you hear my 15s bumping
Now ain?t that something
How a nigga can be famous
We blew up cause we grew up off the hatin that you gave us
I?m feeling gracious
I mean graucious
That you?ll watch us but it aint no good cuz 10-4 wanna clock us
Honey?s makin money wanna try and cock block us
Even car lots want to trip and try to stop us from coppin Cadillacs with a credit check
Go head do that
All that?s comin back is a Maestro Record contract
So how you like me now you prick
You got me dissin and just to be an ass someone else will get your commission - not you

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