June 2013
Cadillac Girl
Andre Nickatina
Rap in the trunk, slap in the trunk
Fat four-four in my lap for the funk
Talkin’ to a beezy on the phone but can’t hear her
Turned down the bump, so I can hear clearer
I hear sirens get nearer
Red and blue lights in my rear view mirror
Pull over, nope nope With a car full of smoke and trunk full of dope
I hit the gasser, go faster
All you hear is dual exhaust, flowmaster
On a chase, I take ‘em, then I shake ‘em
A real Cutthoat nigga ain’t no fakin’
I shoot, ain’t scared to scoot
And shake them one time on a hot pursuit
“I align myself with people who support my growth. If you meet someone whose soul is not aligned with yours, send them love and move along.”
—Unknown (via black-stilletos)