White Walls
[Intro: Macklemore]I wanna be freeI wanna just liveInside my CadillacThat is my shitNow throw it up (I throw that up)That’s what it is (that’s what it is)In my C A D I L L A C bitch (biatch)Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)I’m riding real slow (slow motion)In my paint wet drippin shinin' like my 24’s (umbrella)I ain’t got 24’s (na-uh)But I’m on those VoguesThat’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokesOld school like Olde English in that brown paper bagI’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad hadHello haters, damn y’all mad30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?
[Hook]I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeI’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so bright
[Verse 1: Macklemore]Man I’m lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would’ve been proud inLooking down from heaven like damn that’s stylishSmilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileageCan I hit the freeway? I’m legally going 120Easy weaving in and out of the trafficThey cannot catch me, I’m smashingI’m ducking, bucking them out hereI’m looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classicNow I know what it’s like under the city lightsRiding into the night, driving over the bridgeThe same one we walked across as kidsKnew I’d have a whip but never one like thisOld school, old school, candy paint, two seaterYea, I’m from Seattle, there’s hella Honda CivicsI couldn’t tell you about paint eitherBut I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hoursAnd roll on over to the dealerAnd I found the car, junior, there's a problem with this geezerGot the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming
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[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]Backwoods and dopeWhite hoes in the backseat snorting cokeShe doing line after line like she’s writing rhymesI had her inhaling my love, tryna blow my mind"Cadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was goneStealing portions of his liquor, water in his PatronDrivin and smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes(fuckin' lottery homes)Tires with the spokes on it and the Vogues tooMustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns all onMy dogs hanging out the windowYoung as whoosh, fuckin like we ballTryna fuck em all, kill the fuckin whipsSee what’s poppin’ at the mall, meet a bad bitchSlap her booty with my ballsYou can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the wallsI’m motherfuckin’ Awe...Some, swear these sights 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?Or does she want it low?Give this shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never knowSo we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limitGot a window tinted for showing gangstas in itSlide 'till the gas is finishedQ
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