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Black Cadi-lac-lac-lac Lyrics - Singles - Mc Wreckshin

(first verse) 

once there was a time 

when i was sick 

i would spit 

for the love of music 

not for the money 

or the fly honeys 

but for the kids 

cause i thought it was funny 

makin' 'em laugh 

while they pretend to take baths 

what these punks need 

is a kick in the ass 

don't get me started on the emo kids 

can't stop the water runnin' out their lids 

i could go on for hours and hours 

all they are 

are punks who take showers 

then we got 

the indie crowd 

mainstream music 

is not allowed 

arms all covered 

with mass tats 

scruffy beard 

and a trucker hat 

but there's not one 

who can drive a truck 

but plenty of 'em are good 

at being scenester fucks 

 

(chorus) 

so fuck the money 

so fuck the fans 

so fuck it all 

i wanna few grand 

i'll stuff all the cash 

in my backpack 

go down to the dealer 

and buy a cadillac 

 

all i want 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

all i need 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

sexy is 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

(second verse) 

so i'll keep spittin' 

cause i'm on a mission 

to buy me a caddie 

with air condition 

and of course i need 

automatic transmission 

and it'll all be funded 

by my lyric composition 

pimp cadillac 

limited edition 

for MC wreckshin 

an essential condition 

when it comes to rappin' 

i'm a mathematician 

when it comes to the ladies 

i'm on an expedition 

to get all the ladies 

to pay my tuition 

all you sucker mc's 

are out of commission 

 

(chorus) 

so fuck the money 

so fuck the fans 

so fuck it all 

i wanna few grand 

i'll stuff all the cash 

in my backpack 

go down to the dealer 

and buy a cadillac 

 

all i want 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

all i need 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

sexy is 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

(third verse) 

so come to my house 

and bring all your money 

hide it inside 

like the easter bunny 

then i'll find your money 

when i wake up 

you hid it all 

in a measuring cup 

so i'll take the money 

put it in my shoe 

show it to my dj 

and he'll go OOOOH! 

money we get 

cd's we produce 

cd's we sell 

make mama coo 

for her little michael 

and his rapping style 

as you can see 

it's an endless cycle 

and i'll keep it up 

that's a fact jack 

till i get enough 

for a black cadillac 

 

(chorus) 

so fuck the money 

so fuck the fans 

so fuck it all 

i wanna few grand 

i'll stuff all the cash 

in my backpack 

go down to the dealer 

and buy a cadillac 

 

all i want 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

all i need 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

 

sexy is 

cadi-lac-lac-lac 

Are you remember?


Rick Ross

Artist: Medina