Macklemore - White Walls Lyrics
I wanna be free, I wanna just liveInside my Cadillac, That is my shitAnd I throw it up (I throw that up)That’s what it is (that’s what it is)In my C A D I L L A C ***** (biatch)Can’t see me through my tints (nah ah)I’m riding real slow (slow motion)In my paint wet drippin shorty like my 24’s (umbrella)I ain’t got 24’s (no oh)But I’m on those VoguesThat’s those big white walls, round them hundred spokesOld school like old English in that brown paper bagI’m rolling in that same whip that my granddad hadHello haters, Damn y’all mad30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that?Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeI’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so brightMan I’m lounging in some shit Bernie Mac would’ve beenProud ofLooking down from heaven like damn that’s stylishSmilin’, don’t pay attention to the mileageCan I hit the freeway? I’m legally going 120Easy weaving in and out of the trafficThey cannot catch me, I’m smashingI’m ducking bucking them out hereI’m like go *****in their tastic, I am up in a classicNow I know what it’s like under the city lightsRiding into the night, driving over the bridgeThe same one we walked across as kidsKnew I’d have a whippin’ but never one like thisOld school, old school, Candy paint, two seaterYea, I’m from Seattle, There’s hella Honda CivicsI couldn’t tell you about paint eitherBut I really want a Ducati so I put in the hoursAnd roll on over to the dealerAnd I found the car, junior, problem with this geezerGot the keys in and as I was leaving I startedScreamingGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeI’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so brightBackwoods and dopeWhite hoes in the backseat snorting cokeShe doing line after line like she’s writing rhymesI had it hella my love, tryna blow her mindCadillac pimpin’, my uncle was on14 years out so excuse me and my niggas was goneSendin’ portions of his liquor, water in the PatronRather smiling like I won the *****ing lottery homes(*****in' lottery homes)Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2Most of the mayonnaise, keeping the buns on ‘emMy dogs hanging out the windowYoung as whoosh, *****in like we ballTryna ***** em all, kill the *****in wimpsSee what’s poppin’ at the mall, meet a bad *****Slap her booty with my palmsYou can smoke the *****, I was tearing down the wallsI’m mother*****in’ offSon, swear these eyes tryna hypnotizeGrip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighsSee the lust stuck up in her eyesMaybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke?Girl does she want it low?This shit a Coupe de Ville so you’ll never knowSo we cool with niggas, my nigga ***** the limitGot a window tinted for showing gangstas in itSlice off when the gas is finished, QGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeI’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so brightGot that off-black Cadillac, midnight driveGot that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my timeI’m blowin’ that roof off, letting in skyI shine, the city never looked so bright
