Open up your hearts people Page one chapter one verse muthafuckin' one
Yeah uh huh I'm drinkin' hot tea bitch, feel me
Yeah now if you let me You wont regret me Shit if you let me You wont forget me, Remember, and if you don't then mind the, Hold up bah bah! There's a reminder I ain't kind hot I'm sauna I sweat money and the bank is my shower Ha ha and that pistol is my towel Ha so stop sweatin' me coward And I would Die for ours ride For ours Supply the flowers This is history in the making Now shut the fuck up and let me make it
[Chorus] Please don't shoot me down cause I'm flyin' I'm flyin' I'm high-up Please don't me down cause I'm flyin' I'm high up (This tea is at a real good temperature right now, so am I)
I spit Alcatraz bars I know And d-boys is the only alphabet boys I know Gotta 3-80 on my waist and Rambo at home No more bandanna round my dome bandanna in my right pocket Bitch I'm grown fuck what you on Now watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne And if I jump I'm a fly and look into the eagles eye And see I am nothin' like you, why? Bitch see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me And if you shootin' for the star than just shoot me But your bullets don't reach mars Pause, clause, because I'm a a beast I'm a dog ill get'cha My picture should be in the dictionary Next to the definition of definition Because repetition is the father of learnin' And son I know your barrel burnin' but
Pappa I did it to em, I'm a bastard And I'm a do it again like nigga backwards These niggas backwards but they behind us Now watch me get high like times up Now D bring the drums back And watch me hit em' where there lungs sat like that I get respect cause if I don't I'm a take it I see your boys hatin' and I see your girls naked Drum sound like a naked gun switch clips with my thumb Then I pop another clip in and aim at his vision Cause Wayne is his vision cause Wayne is the mission I'm aimin' at a mirror
Please don't shoot me down cause I'm flyin' im flyin' (And I've done it before, please don't make me do it no more) I'm high-up Please don't me down cause I'm flyin' I'm high up (Watch me soar, where the fuck is my guitar, now roar)
Writer/s: DRESHAN SMITH, DWAYNE CARTER
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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"Pink Cadillac" was a B-side for Bruce Springsteen in 1984, but after Aretha Franklin sang about pink Cadillacs on "Freeway Of Love" the following year, Natalie Cole covered the song and had a hit with it in 1988.