2001 4dr. Cadillac Songtext / Lyric

(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