I wanna be free I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac, that is my shit Now 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) And my paint wet, dripping, shining like my 24s (umbrella) I don't got 24s (nuh-uh) But I'm on those Vogues That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had Hello haters, damn y'all mad 30K on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that? I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Man, I'm lounging In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going a hundred and twenty Easy weaving in and out of the traffic They cannot catch me, I'm smashing I'm ducking, bucking them out here I'm looking fucking fantastic, I am up in a classic Now I know what it's like under the city lights Riding into the night, driving over the bridge The same one we walked across as kids Knew I'd have a whip, but never one like this Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater Yea, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics I couldn't tell you about paint either But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours And rolled up over to the dealer And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer Got the keys in as I was leaving I started screaming I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron Driving smiling like I won the fucking lottery homes (Fuckin' lottery homes) Tires with the spokes on it, and the Vogues too Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on My dogs hanging out the window Young as whoosh, fucking like we ball Tryna fuck 'em all Never park the whip, see what's poppin' at the mall Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my paw You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls I'm motherfuckin' awe some Swear these sights tryna hypnotize Grip the leather steering wheel way I grip the thighs See the lust stuck up in her eyes Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke? Or does she want it low? 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you never know So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it Slide 'til the gas is finished, Q Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright