Black Cadillac
[Chorus: Funny Man]Ride, slide, dipping lowBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesRide, slide, smoke controlBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?Six misfits rolling through your hometown'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floorBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
[Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears]When the streets grow cold and my sight turns redGot the pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your headYeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody saidYeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's deadWe found my White Wolf stashed in my white ball capGot your white ball jacked and my Caddy's flat blackGot the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the backNow you're just a story on the cemetery trackWe lock, and we load, we rock, and we rollWe cock, and we go, it's the Undead showYou know I mean what I say, better drop when we sprayIt's too late to pray on Judgment DayHear those bells? It's the end of your lifeSomeone's gonna live and someone's gonna dieHere comes hell, it's redemption, right?Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night
[Chorus: Funny Man]Ride, slide, dipping lowBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesRide, slide, smoke controlBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?Six misfits rolling through your hometown'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floorBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
[Verse 2: J-Dog]Roll up in the spot like a live grenadeAnd every day we celebrate like a pimp paradeSwimming in liquor till the end of my daysRolling with Funny Man in a cloud of hazeWho would've knew I turn the trees blue?You're sitting on the internet like "is this shit true?"And I don't give a fuck about your bad reviewTill I pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!"Then hop in the backseat and get to the blastingCut down your dreams like the Hollywood castingExcept this shit is real, not actingWe're still murdering so thanks for askingToo damn smart to get caught up in legalitiesBlow you off-stage, just another fatalityAnd, sir, you don't know that we lack morality?"Fuck, suck, dick, lick, man, we nasty"
[Chorus: Funny Man]Ride, slide, dipping lowBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesRide, slide, smoke controlBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?Six misfits rolling through your hometown'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floorBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
[Verse 3: B-Real]Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the massesGas is lit, quick, spark on the matchstickThe class is classic, lyrical backflipsGot you bitches begging for the backstage passesRolling with the bosses, causing havocI'm just filling in because they're never gonna have itSo sad, you sad, bitch, so glad you have thisGot pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac shitGet your cardiac kit, where's the party at, trick?Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tipGot the room loud in the valleyAll eyes on me, you can call me MakaveliWe don't give a fuck, we never didHit you with the thunder where you stand, that's how we liveBelieve me when we do it, yeah, we fucking do it bigAnd if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids
[Chorus: Funny Man]Ride, slide, dipping lowBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesRide, slide, smoke controlBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokesWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?Six misfits rolling through your hometown'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floorBlack Cadillac, on them hundred spokes