Madlib - Cadillacs lyrics

[Hook x2] Cadillacs, croker sacks 501's, [policies?] and golf hats I go see, the homies is deep Banging out, hanging out onto our street Rules of the game, if you choose to bang You can't be a snitch, don't be a b**h, n***a, make your name [Verse 1] I remember when I was young, I had a whole lot of fun My mama bought me everything, even a toy gun Coming when it's dezark, I'm up with the pizark Playing quarterback and it's a must that I stezart And I'm a fool on point like a dezart And with the little mamas yea I'm breaking the hezeart You know, time won't tell Half of my homies is dead or in jail So I'mma stick to the script like OG go-carts b**hes scrap on, stole me out, you got no heart [Hook] [Verse 2] Footwear sh**, yeah n***a, I'm in it Authentic, business, I represent it To the tippy, keep it so crippy Smoke a whole zippy, put bread to the Skippy Bow Wow yippie, long stocking like Pippy Real G's f** with me Rare breed, different cut West coast motherf**ers get up Zip, yeah [Hook]