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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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