Riding down the road in a nickel black cadillac

Reckon tomorrow I don't want my money back

If I roll then I roll

Yeah I roll down the road

I rolled this far

Don't need no high sale

No no no!





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Can't beat it with a stick

Bulletproof, three feet thick

When you got it down keep beating it

Can't beat it

Can't beat it

And if you can then you beat it like this





I had a dream

Woke up in a cold cold sweat

It was one of those dreams though

That you know you'll never forget

Well there was one, no two, no three, no four

Women in the kitchen whipping me up some food

Four women dressed to the hilt

Dressed like prostitutes





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