Daddy got da Caddy
Momma got da Continenal Me I got a pickup truck
I ain't too sentimental Sista's Honda's accurate
Cause Brother gotta V8 Ford Uncle Jimmy,
Drives a semi, it's the most he can afford
Grandma drives the meals on wheels,
She hates to be alone,
While Gandpa hooks the hooker with his Limo Telephone
Tyrone gotta Bently, Eldorado,
Likes his Rolls, he drive her kinda gently,
Dodgin' Gangsta gunshot hole
I used to be a Suday driver, had no place to go
I rode a tractor-trailer, just to look at girls below
I used to be a loner
I traded my Mercedes-Benz, for a brand new Mercury,
And a lotta sexy girl-friend
Now I ride a Limosine and smoke big cigar
Ever since that gang of mine held up that armored car
Little Willie, broke from prison in a laundry jail-house truck
Now he lives in Argentina, drives a Moped what the luck!
(cop and robber chase scene with sirens and gunshots and Police dialogue)
They got me on the run again,
I'm feelin' kinda down With too much drugs
And love and sex and another stupid town
I hate to change idenity, to play another show
Lets stock up in the city, it would be so good to go
I traded in my pick-up for a Caddy Coupe Deville
I park it in the yard, by the house on top the hill
The moral of the story is you gotta have a car, if you wanna be a thug, or a Rock n' Roll Super-star