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Whooah, Baby, |
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Please come on back, |
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For you've got smething of mine, |
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I'm sure I like this black cadillac in the morning, |
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My black Cadillac in the morning, |
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Yeah, my black cadillac, |
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We've been married for a while, |
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She was sitting in that car 'cos he could sure drive, |
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She said step on it, |
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His face is running, |
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He said I dont know, |
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I dont want to get a ticket, |
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She said step on this thing, |
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She said if this thing don't go, |
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I dont want to ride this cadillac no more, |
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He said well im gonna let the hammer down, |
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If you see a red light, |
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Run over it and get a ticket, |
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'Cos he said, no I ain't gonna get no ticket, |
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If I can make a breathe |
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That thing was wide open man, |
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My black Cadillac, |
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It left me and I had to sell my sugar in fact, |
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Hit and run alright, |
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Whooah baby, |
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Will you come on back, |
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Got something that I sure don't lack, |
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Yes, its' my black cadillac, |
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My black cadillac in the morning, |
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Yeaah, my black cadillac, |
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With white worn tyres, |
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And this is what she told me, |
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I know your cadillac is, |
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It's really black, |
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I know you got that white on the tyre, |
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But I got a black man on the side, |
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White eyes and white teeth, |
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Oooh, Lightning you cant kiss me, |
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No lightning you can't get me, |
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Well, it's obvious still, |
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Where, oh, where can it be, |
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I stopped in the parking lot, |
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Then I parked in the bus's block, |
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I caught him, |
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But what good would it do, |
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That cadillac wouldn't run for me, |
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And it wont run for you, |
