Cadillac on 22's Lyrics
| Song | Cadillac on 22's |
| Artist | David Banner |
| Album | Mississippi: The Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crump | |
| [Intro]It's gon' be aight though (ohh) | |
| This one's for you, yeah! | |
| Cadillacs on 22s... | |
| Pimp my voice and mack these beats.. | |
| Pray to the to the lord for these | |
| Mississippi streets[Chorus - repeat 2x] | |
| Cadillacs on 22s | |
| I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true | |
| Pimp my voice and mack these beats and | |
| Pray to the | |
| Lord for these | |
| Mississippi streets, hey![Verse] | |
| God I know that we pimp | |
| God I know that we wrong | |
| God I know why she talk about | |
| Moet all of my songs | |
| I know these kids are listening | |
| I know I'm here for a mission | |
| But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten | |
| I know these balls are talking | |
| Lord I wanna do right | |
| I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night | |
| Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys | |
| I lost Rachelle but | |
| I guess I still got the whining | |
| RoyMy couzins sweet, momma lay that | |
| JasonLord | |
| I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient | |
| Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs | |
| He's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was | |
| Yeah smoking get a buzz, but | |
| God I hear ya calling | |
| And shit wrong wit balling | |
| But my soul is just steadily falling | |
| And the sex and the dead, and the other jail | |
| God I'm stacking my mail but will | |
| I end up in hell?[Chorus][Verse] | |
| Lord they hung | |
| Andre Jones | |
| Lord they hung | |
| Reynold Johnson | |
| Lord I wanna fight back but | |
| I'm just so sick of bouncing | |
| Lord I'm sick of jumping, | |
| Lord just please tell me something | |
| My folks still dumping my music, bumping but | |
| I feel nothing | |
| My heart is steadily pumping | |
| My heart is steadily breaking | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like | |
| I'm faking, man | |
| I'm so sick of taking | |
| Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn | |
| Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn | |
| Bout yo love, yo will and grace | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wish I wasn't born in the first place | |
| Maybe this first base, | |
| God knocked the ball up out the park | |
| So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark | |
| Feeling so cold, | |
| Lord I'm feeling so old | |
| I dunno if | |
| I can take this world right here no more22 inch rims on the ' | |
| LacI guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back[Chorus (2x)] |
| zuo ci : Crump | |
| Intro It' s gon' be aight though ohh | |
| This one' s for you, yeah! | |
| Cadillacs on 22s... | |
| Pimp my voice and mack these beats.. | |
| Pray to the to the lord for these | |
| Mississippi streets Chorus repeat 2x | |
| Cadillacs on 22s | |
| I ain' t did nothing in my life but stayed true | |
| Pimp my voice and mack these beats and | |
| Pray to the | |
| Lord for these | |
| Mississippi streets, hey! Verse | |
| God I know that we pimp | |
| God I know that we wrong | |
| God I know why she talk about | |
| Moet all of my songs | |
| I know these kids are listening | |
| I know I' m here for a mission | |
| But it' s so hard to get ' em wit 22 rims all glisten | |
| I know these balls are talking | |
| Lord I wanna do right | |
| I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night | |
| Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys | |
| I lost Rachelle but | |
| I guess I still got the whining | |
| RoyMy couzins sweet, momma lay that | |
| JasonLord | |
| I' m praying for swacking my heart is still impatient | |
| Keep ' em off them drugs, far away from thugs | |
| He' s still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was | |
| Yeah smoking get a buzz, but | |
| God I hear ya calling | |
| And shit wrong wit balling | |
| But my soul is just steadily falling | |
| And the sex and the dead, and the other jail | |
| God I' m stacking my mail but will | |
| I end up in hell? Chorus Verse | |
| Lord they hung | |
| Andre Jones | |
| Lord they hung | |
| Reynold Johnson | |
| Lord I wanna fight back but | |
| I' m just so sick of bouncing | |
| Lord I' m sick of jumping, | |
| Lord just please tell me something | |
| My folks still dumping my music, bumping but | |
| I feel nothing | |
| My heart is steadily pumping | |
| My heart is steadily breaking | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like | |
| I' m faking, man | |
| I' m so sick of taking | |
| Maybe hell ain' t a place meant for us to burn | |
| Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn | |
| Bout yo love, yo will and grace | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wish I wasn' t born in the first place | |
| Maybe this first base, | |
| God knocked the ball up out the park | |
| So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark | |
| Feeling so cold, | |
| Lord I' m feeling so old | |
| I dunno if | |
| I can take this world right here no more22 inch rims on the ' | |
| LacI guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back Chorus 2x |
| zuò cí : Crump | |
| Intro It' s gon' be aight though ohh | |
| This one' s for you, yeah! | |
| Cadillacs on 22s... | |
| Pimp my voice and mack these beats.. | |
| Pray to the to the lord for these | |
| Mississippi streets Chorus repeat 2x | |
| Cadillacs on 22s | |
| I ain' t did nothing in my life but stayed true | |
| Pimp my voice and mack these beats and | |
| Pray to the | |
| Lord for these | |
| Mississippi streets, hey! Verse | |
| God I know that we pimp | |
| God I know that we wrong | |
| God I know why she talk about | |
| Moet all of my songs | |
| I know these kids are listening | |
| I know I' m here for a mission | |
| But it' s so hard to get ' em wit 22 rims all glisten | |
| I know these balls are talking | |
| Lord I wanna do right | |
| I tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at night | |
| Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boys | |
| I lost Rachelle but | |
| I guess I still got the whining | |
| RoyMy couzins sweet, momma lay that | |
| JasonLord | |
| I' m praying for swacking my heart is still impatient | |
| Keep ' em off them drugs, far away from thugs | |
| He' s still my hero but just a shell bed or what it was | |
| Yeah smoking get a buzz, but | |
| God I hear ya calling | |
| And shit wrong wit balling | |
| But my soul is just steadily falling | |
| And the sex and the dead, and the other jail | |
| God I' m stacking my mail but will | |
| I end up in hell? Chorus Verse | |
| Lord they hung | |
| Andre Jones | |
| Lord they hung | |
| Reynold Johnson | |
| Lord I wanna fight back but | |
| I' m just so sick of bouncing | |
| Lord I' m sick of jumping, | |
| Lord just please tell me something | |
| My folks still dumping my music, bumping but | |
| I feel nothing | |
| My heart is steadily pumping | |
| My heart is steadily breaking | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel like | |
| I' m faking, man | |
| I' m so sick of taking | |
| Maybe hell ain' t a place meant for us to burn | |
| Maybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learn | |
| Bout yo love, yo will and grace | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wish I wasn' t born in the first place | |
| Maybe this first base, | |
| God knocked the ball up out the park | |
| So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark | |
| Feeling so cold, | |
| Lord I' m feeling so old | |
| I dunno if | |
| I can take this world right here no more22 inch rims on the ' | |
| LacI guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back Chorus 2x |
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