Cadillac

Let's ride, let's ride tonight, let's ride tonight My homie from the Westside alway scoop me in his Cadillac Hundred pounds of kush, said i'll just serve this for the cataracts I be up in Bokey all the time, that's where the savage at If i'm gonna make a million dollars let me take a stab at that Cruisin' through the Westside, i'm inside the Cadillac She gon' suck it while i drive Swear she ain't bad at that Women tend to lie When they lie to me, ain't mad at that I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show Eh-let'me grab at that So high in the City of Angels, think that i'm at the summit We out in Cali', I'm constantly blunted Just cause you got it don't mean you should stunt it A handful of hundreds Don't make you a hunnid Folks do it all for the Gram Gotta see through the lines Gotta learn how to tell Gotta distinguish between the ones who want you down And the ones who wanna see you prevail No way i could fail Baby just called me, said, "Cas when you come back, bring 200 bands" I'm at the grow house in Cali' Like ya i could do that but is that to smoke or to sell Wasn't surprised when he said it was personal We doing shatter and i grab the nail I just taught Stunna how to take a dab He said white people crazy as hell Live up to my reputation Getting road head while i'm driving She know that it's my meditation And the way i'm looking at the competition Y'all must really be on medication They ain't fucking with me and they know it Went from a local dealer to a poet Went from the Natty Ice to sippin' Moet We ain't finna blow it Don't leave your plug cause we grow it Ever pop so much that you up for hours Feel like there's cameras on all of the towers X made me fuck that girl like Austin Powers Her pussy wet like we went in the shower She fuck with my style Don't know when my plug will get back the Sours Them my favorite type of flowers I got no use for the kind they throw in the ailses Skurt, then i skirt off First off we in love with money Not these bitches with they shirts off My homie got the rock hard and the dirt soft Ain't shit sweet He a star but he down to let the burst off Hold up wait, that's how i'm gonna kick the verse off I brought change to the game but at times it can derail Goddammit i guess everybody worst off Vibe, he wasn't suppose to slide How is we gonna survive Bagging up the dope, can't cope with the vibe Praying to the Pope and you hopeless deprived While i wrote this alive Mixing my sin with the lean And i'm pouring codeine in the Sprite Two hundred Xans, i'ma serve 'em tonight Baby we can go into the back seat of the Cadillac Getting high we floating through the sky up in the Cadillac Serving everything in all the places that the savage at Blowing out the kush, i know my haters really mad at that