E.S.G. - In My Cadillac lyrics

(feat. Bun B, Slim Thug, Ms. Marylin)

[talking]

(in my Cadillac), just rolling

(in my Cadillac), looking good

(in my Cadillac), shined up smelling clean

(in my Cadillac), smelling good check it

[Bun B]

L Dog Verritz, Sevilles Coupe Devilles

Escalades and Latays, damn dude is real

No matter where you from, or how you feel

You ain't showing classic grills

Fool you ain't riding real now here's the deal

Got the sun rooftop, with the diamond in the back

And I'm sitting in the squad, just reclining in the Lac

My doja pine is in the sack, that we blow

Now tell me that you ain't dizzy, trying to follow the chrome

The trail free 22 inches, two pairs of shoes one on the trunk

Popping and swang crank up your bang, let's get it crunk

Show your screens if you got em, po' ya lean if you sipping

Blow a swisha if ya smoking, fool we ain't even tripping

There's only three rules, when you sit in my car

One no ash on my flo', two don't steal your bar

Three don't touch my radio, cause I'm banging my Screw

And everyday pulled Arthur P-A, this is how we do rolling

[Hook: Ms. Marylin]

In my Cadillac, see me rolling

In my Cadillac, sipping smoking

In my Cadillac, boppers watching

In my Cadillac, rims nonstopping trunk keep knocking

[E.S.G.]

We in a Cadillac that's where I'm at, DTS or a slant back

Where your candy paint at, boy where your cup of drank at

Now think that, some people get tired

Of hearing, bout cash and cars

When you never had nothing, that make ya feel like a star

Navigation Onstar, just to tell where I'm at

Sedan Devilles chrome grill, and wheels with belts to match

New platinum Coupe plack, wonder where my roof at

That's that new drop top, now should I bulletproof that

Look black, if you ain't cutting on no 20 inch buttons

I'ma tell you what to do, and playa oooh nothing

22's or 23's, six T.V.'s when I'm swerving

Escalade special made, same size as a Suburban

Trying to ball till I fall, just like Yao Ming

Southside ride, candy red on cream

Northside playas, y'all know what I mean

Blow green on the scene, everything so clean

Can't mess with the team, ghetto dreams

P-A-T, we still the kings

E.S.G. in a EXZ, come on girl let me hear you sing

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]

My Cadillac killing em, I'm Sprewell wheeling em

If they less than ten G's, then the Boss ain't feeling em

I keep's it real, in the Caddy Deville

Turning corners wood wheel, with the big daddy grill

Looking like I'm worth a mill, backing out the garage

Rolling hard, for the competition on the 'Vard

Shit I live like a Boss, floss like a Boss

Candy blue with the gloss, on my 7-5 Boss

Hold it down off the North, I'm a high roller

You ain't seen a Lac colder, look I told ya

Pulling on doja, in the 45 fast lane

Hoes and niggaz trying to flag me down, when I pass mayn

But I keep going, do-do keep blowing

Purple drank po'ing, while my candy keep glowing

High-siding when I'm riding, Slim be holding it down

Ask around, they'll tell you how my Cadillac shine

[Hook]

In my Cadillac