ROLLIN IN MY CADILLAC E

Rollin, Rollin, In my Cadillac, in my Cadillac. Rollin, rollin in my Cadillac, In my Cadillac. Rollin, rollin in my Caddy, my Cadillac. Rollin, Rollin, rollin in my Cadillac. I'm a young black male in a Cadillac. Sportin' four seats, undercover with the hubcaps. Ridin' down the ave with the lean towards the Door, yeah. Bumpin' dope stuff, man, you know the score. Four or five subs in the back track, While my amps in the trunk boomin' up to The max. Dope, That's how my Caddy feels, especially when I... Rollin' in my Cadillac, in my Cadillac. Rollin', rollin' in my Cadillac, in my Cadillac. Rollin', in my Cadillac, in my Cadillac. Rollin', rollin' in my Cadillac, in my Cadillac. Rollin'. Because my 'Lac is hittin' back once from The start. Oh yeah, it ain't no stoppin' it. Want to know what's up with the Cadillac? Beware, it's bad news. You don't know what's inside. Forty-four or deuce nine. Hyped up all weekend. Young brothers sportin' in something black. Yeah. Checkin' out the scene. Rollin' in my Cadillac, in my Cadillac. Rollin', rollin' in my Cadillac, In my Cadillac. Rollin', rollin' in my Cadillac, In my Cadillac. Rollin', rollin' in my Cadillac, In my Cadillac. Rollin'.