Boxframe Cadillac ('83 DeVille Mix) [feat. Z-Ro]

Even if it's raining I must be your drop of tide That's some other silly shit niggas do when they have the time Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop Most likely we get all foreign we dogging it like it's a boxframe cadillac As I maintain from main layer We wetter than a lake gon fresh paint Gutlets with candy cane Niggas run up on the cane and get stained Back 90 melted brain Clig at ass dancing with every colour on everything Police on my dick so I dip off in a different car Stick some cutie Kansas I got workers off in Wichita State mistake like burn had the mask check the murder rate Nigga on my chain and got enough to get your murder case Made this fate, I got somebody's under this Gucci buckle Then G on my feet your family nigga reach out and touch you All the way from the east side to ivy now all my niggas mayor Queens but no dramas so catch these hollas or catch the fare Rolling solo yolo not calling coppers and bread Homie so goin' off this dope then I pass the blunt to my dead homie They call me Freddie 4G I don't fuck that vodka Cop that handy in a minute we bust the bottle Even if it's raining I must be your drop of tide That's some other silly shit niggas do when they have the time Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop Most likely we get all foreign we dogging it like it's a boxframe cadillac Today I feel like rolling through the city So I guess that's what I'm gonna do Bitch you wanna ride, you gotta be a 20 You betta' if you a 10 then I don't want you And I want everybody to see me so I ride so slow Damn right guess what we all gonna do 44 magnum pack a deck put a cereal bullet hole on you I knock knock knocking on the truck like Jehovah's witnesses And I don't even know who bitch this is But everytime she come up for air she keep sayin' She wishin' her nigga got a dick this big Hoe you betta' swallow even ass drop Don't get none of that on my seats Baby there's a fan on my bed with pussy and titties And ass can't compete And there's something about when I drop my top It's like bust down the nuts And watch out the motherfucker run up with the bullshit I'ma beat 'em up and I'ma spill my guts Homie I'm running on mayonnaise and mustard The 60th loop till the innerstate Which one that don't matter add one of them motherfuckers 'Cause they can all take us to get the cake I remember my first car Canary yellow curtains With the brown door to drive by mobile I was eating and sleeping and living in I woulda traded a mattress for my mobile But nowadays when all change just a couple of stacks Folks gave me and in the middle of falls gate highs And in the front big falls gate in the back Even if it's raining I must be your drop of tide That's some other silly shit niggas do when they have the time Homie we don't give a damn we rolling we ain't tryin' to stop Most likely we get all foreign we dogging it like it's a boxframe cadillac