Текст песни Hollywood Undead - Black Cadillac

[Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoking dro Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes [Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears] When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red Got that pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your head Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's dead We found my White Wolf stash in my white ball cap Got your white Volks jacked and my Caddy's flat black Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back Now you're just a story on the cemetery track We lock, and we load, we rock, and we roll We cock, and we go, it's the Undead show You know I mean what I say, better drop when we spray It's too late to pray on Judgment Day Hear those bells, it's the end of your life Someone's gonna live and someone's gonna die Here comes hell, it's redemption, right? Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night [Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoking dro Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes [Verse 2: J-Dog] Roll up in the spot like a live grenade And every day we celebrate like a pimp parade Swimming in liquor till the end of my days Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze Who would've knew I turn the trees blue? You're sitting on the internet like "is this shit true?" And I don't give a fuck about your bad review Till I pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!" Then hop in the backseat and get to the blasting Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting Except this shit is real, not acting We're still murdering so thanks for asking Too damn smart to get caught up in legalities Blow you off-stage, just another fatality And, sir, you don't know that we lack morality? Fuck, suck, dick, lick, man, we nasty [Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoking dro Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes [Verse 3: B-Real] Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses Gas is lit quick, spark on a matchstick The class is classic, lyrical backflips Got you bitches begging for the backstage passes Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc I'm just filling in because they're never gonna have it So sad, you sad, bitch, so glad you have this That pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac shit Get your cardiac kit, where's the party at, trick? Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on a glass tip Got the room loud in the valley All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli We don't give a fuck, we never did Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that's how we live Believe me when we do it, yeah, we fucking do it big And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids [Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoking dro Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
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