Cadillacin'

It's about style It's about cool Long haired trucker caps and country roots Yeah, it's a feeling that you get From suicide doors and Johnny Cash, yeah It's about real It's about smoove That flat black and them speakers boom It's slow And it's fast If you're gonna roll, roll in a Cadillac Fuzzy dice on the mirror Cooler in the back full of beer Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses Catching every girls eye As we roll on by Horns on the hood looking damn good Cadillacin' It's about four rings of fire Them white wall spinning, smoking tires It's about giving her a ride She got a thumb in the air, yeah she knows what I got She wants to slide right in my TC-3 On a Saturday night in them leather seats Heads bopping back and forth to the beat, yeah alright Fuzzy dice on the mirror Cooler in the back full of beer Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses Catching every girls eye As we roll on by Horns on the hood looking damn good Cadillacin' Fuzzy dice on the mirror Cooler in the back full of beer Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses Catching every girls eye As we roll on by Horns on the hood looking damn good Cadillacin' Cadillacin'