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Slim Thug
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Caddy Music
[Intro：Slim Thug]
Thugga
Sound like some Snoop shit
We making some Thug shit
[Verse: Slim Thug]
I'm one deep in that lac, laid back cruisin
Came a long way from that north side of Houston
Never thought one day I'd make it out this trap
Or that I'd get rich off of making up a rap
Momma watching TV, brother cooking crack
Sister fourteen and pregnant that's facts
All my life it's shoot outs at night
But instead of being scared, I'm trying see the fight
We used to it, ugghh, cause everyday they do it
Momma thinking we dead, bout to lose it
Always been a boss, never took orders
Good thing unlike my other partners, I was smarter
When they was getting locked up I grinded more harder
Half on the block, the other half on recorders
And who knew, one day folks would use it
To ride and get high to, it's that cadillac music
[Hook: Devin The Dude]
It's that Cadillac music
And I hope that you can use it
If you don't have a Fleetwood
You can jam it in your Hooptie
Put it in and just ride, ride, ride
Put it in and just ride, ride, ride
[Verse: Devin The Dude]
Now this the type of shit you have a slight lean when you ride to
Especially if you got some tight weed like I do
Cadillac creeping with the fresh brown leather
Old school simply cause the shit sound better
Seventies, Devin be feelin the vibe
Ah Ah Stayin Alive
Ohio player type shit, sugar footin
Scooping up fine freaks fuck wuggah woofin
And I'm looking for a spot where I can chill and whatnot
When they ain't tripping on me smoking on the kill that I got
And that's every club parking lot here that's jumping
I roll up, say hold up, bitch, stop bumping and get in
Take a spin with your boy in the Caddy
Guess I'm just a player, not a pimp, I'm not your daddy
Just a nigga that'll put some dick in ya
And I know that you can use it while you're listening to Cadillac music
[Hook: Devin The Dude]
[Verse: Dre Day
Ay, Ay, Cheyeah
Why these laws stay harrassin?
They aint got nothing to do but pull us blacks in
Eses over yea they hoping we drug traffickin
And make they day to chain us in prison just like we Africans
Game aint changed shit, cop cars slave ships
Nah that aint ironic but my chronic like space ships
I'm a get high (cheyeah), just to get by
And write my struggle in these verses, say curses these haters try
To throw on me, I don't know homie what's wrong with my people?
He mad I'm on this, true money the root of all evil
I ain't always been fly like a Bald Eagle
Or hot like a fish fry, I just went diesel
Hard in the pain, thank the lord that I aint
Fall victim to these streets, lord knows it when the saint
Wet paint drippin, hoes choosin'
I'm sippin, listenin to Cadillac (Cadillac) Music
[Hook: Devin The Dude X4]
...ride, ride, ride
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