[Chorus: Cutty]

I'm chillin, wood spinnin

No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin

I'm cruisin, hoes choosin

That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin

Spoke spinnin, gold grillin

Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin

Keep ridin, car slidin

That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin



[J-Bo]

Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high

In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply

With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur

Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge

And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice

For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise

Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin

On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin

And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin

I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?

And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone

So see, we been doing this from way back long

'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll

With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole

So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more

We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'



[Chorus]



[Sean Paul]

Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go

This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth

So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup

All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too

And give truth to these suckas something overdue

Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do

Old school, slant back with a jigga too

Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo

Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain

Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game

Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in th