White Walls



I wanna be free, I wanna just liveInside my Cadillac, That is my shitAnd I throw it up (I throw that up)Thatís what it is (thatís what it is)In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)Canít see me through my tints (nah ah)Iím riding real slow (slow motion)In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24ís (umbrella)I ainít got 24ís (no oh)But Iím on those VoguesThatís those big white walls, round them hundred spokesOld school like old English in that brown paper bagIím rolling in that same whip that my granddad hadHello haters, Damn yíall mad30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeIím blowiní that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so bright
Man Iím lounging in some shit Bernie Mac wouldíve been proud ofLooking down from heaven like damn thatís stylishSmiliní, donít pay attention to the mileageCan I hit the freeway? Iím legally going 120Easy weaving in and out of the trafficThey cannot catch me, Iím smashingIím ducking bucking them out hereIím like go fuckin their tastic, I am up in a classicNow I know what itís like under the city lightsRiding into the night, driving over the bridgeThe same one we walked across as kidsKnew Iíd have a whippiní but never one like thisOld school, old school, Candy paint, two seaterYea, Iím from Seattle, Thereís hella Honda CivicsI couldnít tell you about paint eitherBut I really want a Ducati so I put in the hoursAnd roll on over to the dealerAnd I found the car, junior, problem with this geezerGot the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeIím blowiní that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so bright
Backwoods and dopeWhite hoes in the backseat snorting cokeShe doing line after line like sheís writing rhymesI had it hella my love, tryna blow her mindCadillac pimpiní, my uncle was on14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was goneSendiní portions of his liquor, water in the PatronRather smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes(fuckin' lottery homes)Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ĎemMy dogs hanging out the windowYoung as whoosh, fuckin like we ballTryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin wimpsSee whatís poppiní at the mall, meet a bad bitchSlap her booty with my palmsYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the wallsIím motherfuckiní offSon, swear these eyes tryna hypnotizeGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighsSee the lust stuck up in her eyesMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?Girl does she want it low?This shit a Coupe de Ville so youíll never knowSo we cool with niggas, my nigga fuck the limitGot a window tinted for showing gangstas in itSlice off when the gas is finished, Q
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeIím blowiní that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so bright
Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeIím blowiní that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so bright