2001 4dr. Cadillac Lyrics
| Song | 2001 4dr. Cadillac |
| Artist | Bad Azz |
| Album | Personal Business (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Austin, Johnson, Means, Ransom ... | |
| (feat. Butch Cassidy, Ras Kass, Sylk-E. Fyne) | |
| (Chorus: Butch Cassidy) | |
| Up early in the morn' (the morn) | |
| I'm thinkin' as I yawn (I yawn) | |
| What am I gonna do? | |
| Well I should call my crew, I call my crew | |
| Man what a pretty day (pretty day) | |
| All the women wanna play (wanna play) | |
| But time is movin' fast | |
| So I should move my ass | |
| Come on | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| Come on, let's go, get out | |
| Let's show 'em what the West Coast about | |
| The street life, cars with switches, we live on TV | |
| Or next to the stars with riches, you couldn't see me | |
| Smashin' in a Bentley Coupe through L.B. | |
| In an expensive suit, you tell me | |
| Me and Sylk-E. Fyne, platinum on this Blaqtoven beat | |
| And you're in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep | |
| We hot nicks like Meth and Redman, make you Blackout | |
| Back that ass up, enter this and throw your back out | |
| We Thug to the Bone that's why I keep it all 'N Harmony | |
| And - still I rise, won't you come along with me? | |
| Let's hit the streets and feel the sunshine | |
| I've been out all day long and I ain't even seen one-time | |
| Let's hit the beach and then swerve through the Westside | |
| Let's drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Sylk-E. Fyne) | |
| I'm wakin' up early even before the sun crack | |
| Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag, with my nigga Bad | |
| Purse fat with a lot of cash | |
| While them bitches mad, we C-Walk and we smash | |
| Stomp and stampede over the emenies | |
| Still shinin' and glistenin', you can catch me in the streets | |
| With my thugs, hoodstas and hustle-ahs | |
| I love my niggaz, I'm at the club with my niggaz | |
| Cause it ain't my fault they say I'm the bossiest | |
| And it ain't my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit | |
| Ghetto stars we are own entourage | |
| We drive 'em far, chauffers to roll our cars | |
| So hell yeah, Mr. Bad I'ma go with ya | |
| From sunset to sunrise cause we them go-getters | |
| And at the end of the yellow brick road | |
| It's gold and platinum, so come on let's roll | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| (Ras Kass) | |
| I'm like a walkin' night club | |
| Wherever I go we got bud | |
| Nigga want some drink? I got a dub | |
| In these L.A. streets we got love | |
| Big booty hoes, we got hugs | |
| You got a motherfuckin' problem? - We got slugs, we got thugs | |
| Need a Romy on chrome, no place like home | |
| Benzes and Broughams, we all the same like clones | |
| (Lil', lil') Lil' niggaz with big homes | |
| We platinum in the streets, so the gettin' is good | |
| Be in mansions on the hill, heart still livin' in the hood | |
| I'm a Watts baby, 99th & McKinley | |
| Raised in C-arson so haters can come and get me | |
| Sun roof, 80 proof, still fo' much | |
| Certain songs and watch all the homies throw up | |
| We bang different sets but we all claim the West | |
| Let's get rich nigga, please, collect the checks | |
| (Butch Cassidy) | |
| You don't want to fool with us | |
| You best be cool with us | |
| Pretty ladies we wanna fuck | |
| I'll never leave cause in the West I trust | |
| You don't want to fool with us | |
| You best be cool with us | |
| Pretty ladies we wanna fuck | |
| I'll never leave cause in the West I trust |
| zuo qu : Austin, Johnson, Means, Ransom ... | |
| feat. Butch Cassidy, Ras Kass, SylkE. Fyne | |
| Chorus: Butch Cassidy | |
| Up early in the morn' the morn | |
| I' m thinkin' as I yawn I yawn | |
| What am I gonna do? | |
| Well I should call my crew, I call my crew | |
| Man what a pretty day pretty day | |
| All the women wanna play wanna play | |
| But time is movin' fast | |
| So I should move my ass | |
| Come on | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Come on, let' s go, get out | |
| Let' s show ' em what the West Coast about | |
| The street life, cars with switches, we live on TV | |
| Or next to the stars with riches, you couldn' t see me | |
| Smashin' in a Bentley Coupe through L. B. | |
| In an expensive suit, you tell me | |
| Me and SylkE. Fyne, platinum on this Blaqtoven beat | |
| And you' re in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep | |
| We hot nicks like Meth and Redman, make you Blackout | |
| Back that ass up, enter this and throw your back out | |
| We Thug to the Bone that' s why I keep it all ' N Harmony | |
| And still I rise, won' t you come along with me? | |
| Let' s hit the streets and feel the sunshine | |
| I' ve been out all day long and I ain' t even seen onetime | |
| Let' s hit the beach and then swerve through the Westside | |
| Let' s drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side | |
| Chorus | |
| SylkE. Fyne | |
| I' m wakin' up early even before the sun crack | |
| Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag, with my nigga Bad | |
| Purse fat with a lot of cash | |
| While them bitches mad, we CWalk and we smash | |
| Stomp and stampede over the emenies | |
| Still shinin' and glistenin', you can catch me in the streets | |
| With my thugs, hoodstas and hustleahs | |
| I love my niggaz, I' m at the club with my niggaz | |
| Cause it ain' t my fault they say I' m the bossiest | |
| And it ain' t my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit | |
| Ghetto stars we are own entourage | |
| We drive ' em far, chauffers to roll our cars | |
| So hell yeah, Mr. Bad I' ma go with ya | |
| From sunset to sunrise cause we them gogetters | |
| And at the end of the yellow brick road | |
| It' s gold and platinum, so come on let' s roll | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Ras Kass | |
| I' m like a walkin' night club | |
| Wherever I go we got bud | |
| Nigga want some drink? I got a dub | |
| In these L. A. streets we got love | |
| Big booty hoes, we got hugs | |
| You got a motherfuckin' problem? We got slugs, we got thugs | |
| Need a Romy on chrome, no place like home | |
| Benzes and Broughams, we all the same like clones | |
| Lil', lil' Lil' niggaz with big homes | |
| We platinum in the streets, so the gettin' is good | |
| Be in mansions on the hill, heart still livin' in the hood | |
| I' m a Watts baby, 99th McKinley | |
| Raised in Carson so haters can come and get me | |
| Sun roof, 80 proof, still fo' much | |
| Certain songs and watch all the homies throw up | |
| We bang different sets but we all claim the West | |
| Let' s get rich nigga, please, collect the checks | |
| Butch Cassidy | |
| You don' t want to fool with us | |
| You best be cool with us | |
| Pretty ladies we wanna fuck | |
| I' ll never leave cause in the West I trust | |
| You don' t want to fool with us | |
| You best be cool with us | |
| Pretty ladies we wanna fuck | |
| I' ll never leave cause in the West I trust |
| zuò qǔ : Austin, Johnson, Means, Ransom ... | |
| feat. Butch Cassidy, Ras Kass, SylkE. Fyne | |
| Chorus: Butch Cassidy | |
| Up early in the morn' the morn | |
| I' m thinkin' as I yawn I yawn | |
| What am I gonna do? | |
| Well I should call my crew, I call my crew | |
| Man what a pretty day pretty day | |
| All the women wanna play wanna play | |
| But time is movin' fast | |
| So I should move my ass | |
| Come on | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Come on, let' s go, get out | |
| Let' s show ' em what the West Coast about | |
| The street life, cars with switches, we live on TV | |
| Or next to the stars with riches, you couldn' t see me | |
| Smashin' in a Bentley Coupe through L. B. | |
| In an expensive suit, you tell me | |
| Me and SylkE. Fyne, platinum on this Blaqtoven beat | |
| And you' re in trouble like when you need a gat to go to sleep | |
| We hot nicks like Meth and Redman, make you Blackout | |
| Back that ass up, enter this and throw your back out | |
| We Thug to the Bone that' s why I keep it all ' N Harmony | |
| And still I rise, won' t you come along with me? | |
| Let' s hit the streets and feel the sunshine | |
| I' ve been out all day long and I ain' t even seen onetime | |
| Let' s hit the beach and then swerve through the Westside | |
| Let' s drink, toast, smoke and give it up for the best side | |
| Chorus | |
| SylkE. Fyne | |
| I' m wakin' up early even before the sun crack | |
| Up collectin' my paper in a brown paper bag, with my nigga Bad | |
| Purse fat with a lot of cash | |
| While them bitches mad, we CWalk and we smash | |
| Stomp and stampede over the emenies | |
| Still shinin' and glistenin', you can catch me in the streets | |
| With my thugs, hoodstas and hustleahs | |
| I love my niggaz, I' m at the club with my niggaz | |
| Cause it ain' t my fault they say I' m the bossiest | |
| And it ain' t my fault me, Bad and Ras can floss our shit | |
| Ghetto stars we are own entourage | |
| We drive ' em far, chauffers to roll our cars | |
| So hell yeah, Mr. Bad I' ma go with ya | |
| From sunset to sunrise cause we them gogetters | |
| And at the end of the yellow brick road | |
| It' s gold and platinum, so come on let' s roll | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Ras Kass | |
| I' m like a walkin' night club | |
| Wherever I go we got bud | |
| Nigga want some drink? I got a dub | |
| In these L. A. streets we got love | |
| Big booty hoes, we got hugs | |
| You got a motherfuckin' problem? We got slugs, we got thugs | |
| Need a Romy on chrome, no place like home | |
| Benzes and Broughams, we all the same like clones | |
| Lil', lil' Lil' niggaz with big homes | |
| We platinum in the streets, so the gettin' is good | |
| Be in mansions on the hill, heart still livin' in the hood | |
| I' m a Watts baby, 99th McKinley | |
| Raised in Carson so haters can come and get me | |
| Sun roof, 80 proof, still fo' much | |
| Certain songs and watch all the homies throw up | |
| We bang different sets but we all claim the West | |
| Let' s get rich nigga, please, collect the checks | |
| Butch Cassidy | |
| You don' t want to fool with us | |
| You best be cool with us | |
| Pretty ladies we wanna fuck | |
| I' ll never leave cause in the West I trust | |
| You don' t want to fool with us | |
| You best be cool with us | |
| Pretty ladies we wanna fuck | |
| I' ll never leave cause in the West I trust |
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