[Chorus: Funny Man]
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the sh** goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
[Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears]
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 black
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 co*k, 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 gonna live and someone’s gonna die
Here comes hell, it’s redemption, right?
Now you’re just a ghost on a cold, blind night
[Chorus: Funny Man]
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the sh** goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
[Verse 2: J-Dog]
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 sh** true?”
And I don’t give a f** about your bad review
Till I pop out the screen with a big “f** you!”
Then hop in the backseat and get to the blasting
Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting
Except this sh** 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?
“f**, s**, dick, lick, man, we nasty”
[Chorus: Funny Man]
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the sh** goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
[Verse 3: B-Real]
Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the ma**es
Gas is lit, quick, spark on the matchstick
The cla** is cla**ic, lyrical backflips
Got you b**hes begging for the backstage pa**es
Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc
I’m just filling in because they’re never gonna have it
So sad, you sad, b**h, so glad you have this
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac sh**
Get your cardiac kit, where’s the party at, trick?
Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the gla** tip
Got the room loud in the valley
All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli
We don’t give a f**, we never did
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that’s how we live
Believe me when we do it, yeah, we f**ing do it big
And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids
[Chorus: Funny Man]
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the sh** goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes