| While riding in my Cadillac |
| What to my surprise. |
| Young shawty I’m the pimp, so you know my game cold |
| Brush all my teeth cause my whole grill gold |
| Step out my house, pink gators on my toes |
| Tryna hit tha club before they all close |
| Hop in the Lac, Fleetwood eight four |
| Twenty inch G’s with tha triple gold spokes |
| Creep in the door with my pockets on swole |
| Limp across tha flo like both of my legs broke |
| Slide to tha bar to get me somn cold |
| Got a glass of Thunderbird cause I can’t stay in mode |
| Put down my glass and hit tha dance flo |
| Don’t get mad at me boy what you cuffin my hands for |
| If I want it I’ma get it ya know how my game go |
| ? I’m pullin ya main woe |
| I’m chargin for this game, I’m givin you lames yos |
| Gotta line these girls up in a soul train row |
| I hit tha V.I.P. just to get my mind blown |
| Do I see Mista G he got that fire dro |
| All tha hataz in tha club what ya rollin ya eyes fo |
| Cause ya mad i’m pushin good and pimped out tha side door |
| While riding in my Cadillac |
| What to my surprise. |
| Now when I hop off in tha Lac, I swerve tha interstate |
| Just because I’m cheifin dro and i’m smugglin heavy weigh |
| Keep tha hood bout my G’s and break um off a K |
| And sip on Hennessy till I start to hallucinate |
| Pull my way down tha block cause its mo money to make |
| And plus I got some mo cookie dough I need to bake |
| But you can buy a bag of mine and I betcha you gon' be straight |
| Cause tha soft ain’t got no cut and tha wood ain’t got no shape |
| Cause tha fiends run to me whenever they wanna taste |
| Cause they say that mine taste like baked potato and steak |
| Well excuse me if I done took all yo pay |
| Cause I just set up shop and been workin for one day |
| You say you wanna rob me, well hell thats a mistake |
| Cause I got atomic bombs that cause tha Earth to quake |
| It’ll open all tha gates and cause heaven to shake |
| It not God man its me, cause I destroyed tha place |
| All because of this devious busta who tried to hate |
| When all he had to do was ask, instead he tried to take |
| So to stop all of that and keep my soul safe |
| I just hop in my Lac and head tha other way |
| While riding in my Cadillac |
| What to my surprise. |
| It’s about 2:45 and we at tha red light |
| Looked in my mirror, and saw some head lights |
| Now any other time it would be aight |
| But tha group done checked around when ya on tha westside |
| Put my foot to tha flo, doin bout eighty five |
| Hit Fairview, headed to Riverside |
| They behind us kinda close, so hell I bust a ride |
| Ran on tha curb and scrubbed my damn tire |
| Man can’t you mash tha gas and dash up outta sight |
| What ya talkin bout, I’m doin a bill five |
| I could pick up mo speed on a ten speed bike |
| Oh you tryna joke, better hope we dont die |
| Since we ain’t packin gats it seems we gotta fight |
| When I throw a left, you best to throw a right |
| Pull up in tha cut so they can pass us by |
| Get down in yo seat and get off tha brake light |
| They pulled up in tha back and blocked us from behind |
| He was laughin so hard it sounded like a crime |
| He said listen heyah Dirty, why you tryna hide |
| I was just tryna tell ya Cadillac is tight |
| While riding in my Cadillac |
| What to my surprise. |