Cadillac Girl Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

[Chorus: Mac Dre] 

Ford, Chev, whatever ya got 

Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot 

Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got 

Push it man, don't be scared to squat 

[Dre Dog] 

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'ma keep, Seville? 

[Chorus] 

Ford, Chev, whatever ya got 

Don't mean shit, 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'll find out, fishtailing where the hood chickens on the ride out 

Ford, Chev, whatever ya got 

Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot 

Rally Stripes and them DuPont Pipes make you think about striking when they flash them lights 

Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got 

Push it man, don't be scared to squat 

Custom fly ride with the perfect paint and the red light in you can't wait to race 

[Mac Dre] 

Cam, lifters, MSD shifters 

Three fifty one make the old school swifter 

Rap on 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 hook, so I can hear clearer 

I hear sireens 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