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Hollywood Undead – Black Cadillac (feat. B-Real) [w/Lyrics]


Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes Ride, slide, smoking dro Black Cadillac, on them hunnit 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 hunnit spokes When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red Got the 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 stashed in my white ball cap Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy’s flat back 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 gotta live and someone’s gotta die Here comes hell, it’s redemption, right? Now you’re just a ghost on a cold, blind night Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes Ride, slide, smoking dro Black Cadillac, on them hunnit 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 hunnit spokes 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” Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes Ride, slide, smoke control Black Cadillac, on them hunnit 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 hunnit spokes Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses Gas is lit, quick, spark on the 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 never gonna have it So sad you’re sad, bitch, so glad you have this Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac shit Got the cardiac kit, where’s the party at, trick? Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip Got the room loud in the valley All eyez 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 Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes Ride, slide, smoking dro Black Cadillac, on them hunnit 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 hunnit spokes

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  1. The Undead Index Author

    Don't forget to turn on captions to see the lyrics!
    If you speak another language help me out to translate it so more people can enjoy the song!

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