All I Wanted Was a Caddy - STS, RJD2

where my partners call me slim

Ladies call me sugar

I call my music him

My roots is where it stem like tree branches on

I’m sure you’ve up here before because we follow them trends

We follow them stars ain’t the wisest of men (okay)

Pray the baby Jesus help decide in the end

Feel like I been here before here we go again

Put so much thought in the rhyme that I didn’t pick up the pen

I been picking up the pieces where it all fell apart

Even though it couldn’t bring all of these folk on the art

So how am I supposed to carry everyone on my art

And I’m the one who has to carry all of that on my heart

And now the Caddy won’t start

Had to get to stoop

I brought my bike on the bus

I got to bust me a move

That when I ran into my partner on some whoopity whoop

He said, «Where the Caddy at?

I know how ya’ll niggas do.»

All I wanted was a Cadillac

See what had happened

Granddaddy had a Caddy

My granny had a Caddy

My uncle had a Caddy

And all the bitches had

I used to have a Chevy that was dopeboy staus

That’s how I got addicted to these dopeboy habits

I used to be on ave watching players that had

A diamond in the back with a sun roof top

And a tint limousine only the engine would stop

Even the that pushed the Caddy with the candy on top

So when I bought my first I was the man on the block

Nobody couldn’t tell me nothing a hand on my cock

It’s eventual success around the neighborhood spot

But if you threw some Ds and the trunk got

All the people come a bustin' hoping they sit shot

And the leather’s so soft like the ass on the

Back seat by the biggest elementary cocks

I been dreaming about this since like elementary

Some dreams are big and some small

Some dreams will drive and some stall

Where you going when the going gets hard

Headed down heartbreak boulevard

Here’s what we chase in them stars

'Til the day spaceships replace cars

And I park a Caddy on Mars x2

(All I wanted was a Cadillac)

I told my partner I would love to reminisce some more but I got to scoot

Got people waiting on me homie like I owe 'em some loot

Hopefully we meet again but you know life is a hoot

And I don’t plan on living here forever

Ain’t that the truth

Okay I gave 'em the deuce

Then I got back on the roof

Of why I wake up every morning like a blue collar do

Should have a blue collar suit

Attach a patch with a name

Should have some steel-toed boots but that ain’t part of the game

These blue suede shoes ain’t made for walking in rain

These mic check 1 2s are all that I claim — on my income tax

So if it don’t boom bap and make you get up out your seat and give your partner

some dap

Or give your drive a little push when you’ve been stuck in a rut

Sometimes we lock it down and need a little kick in the butt

Like when the motor won’t turn over cause your got the clutch

(All I wanted was a Cadillac)