[Chorus: Cutty]. I'm chillin wood spinnin. No Bentley's Cadillac pimpin. I'm cruisin hoes choosin. That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin. Spoke spinnin gold grillin. Liquor spillin Cadillac pimpin. Keep ridin car slidin. That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin. [J-Bo]. Now as I grip and dive I smoke on to keep a high. In the sky as I emphasize the right to reply. With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur. Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge. And if happen to have the nerve see homeboy you made a choice. For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise. Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin. On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin. And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin. I'm quakin ridin on out - am I gon make it?. And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone. So see we been doing this from way back long. '92 aqua blue on them thangs we roll. With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole. So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more. We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'. [Chorus]. [Sean Paul]. Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go. This your boy Sean Paul baby tell 'em the truth. So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup. All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too. And give truth to these suckas something overdue. Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do. Old school slant back with a jigga too. Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo. Old school gold chain still grippin the grain. Show a crease in my jeans stay ahead of the game. Got a piece on my grill diamonds off in the back. And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac. All day I don't know how to act. Got this game down pat sure be running the track. Get some money from these hoes and see how they react. Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that. [Chorus]. [Sean Paul]. I got a 'Lac with a rag Lou