Cadillac Music - Paul Wall, Bun B, Pastor Troy

PT Cruiser, the bachelor

Flip that hoe like a spatula

She know that I’m spectacular

My suit’s cleaner than Dracula’s

Baby girl, I’m just asking ya

Why can’t you be a passenger?

Me and you (are not laughing dumb?)

Mark today on my calendar

Can I speak to your manager?

We could go get a manicure

We could go get a pedicure

Let me know if you’re insecure

This my uncle, MJG

I’m his nephew, I’m PT

My lifestyle’s luxury

I’m royalty, come fuck with me

Pull up to the club in the Cadillac Brougham

Cocaine white nigga, sitting on chrome

Playing «Fire and Desire»

Sitting on them thirty wires

(?) You see them gold strips

I ain’t ‘bout to handle courtship

With no chick, can’t pay me shit

Sock it to my pocket, bitch

And my hoe on go now, as we speak

She hit that stage seven days a week

I grab that hoe a' about four A. M

She tells them fuck niggas «I'm with him»

I get my cash and drop her off

Because she know my pimpin' costs

PT Cruiser, I’m in cruise control

I done had more good times than Esther Rolle

Now one time, for my motherfucker Gator, nigga

Two times, if you’re really getting paper, nigga

Three times, if you like what you see

I’m Pastor Troy and that’s MJG

And this «Cadillac Music,» hoe you know

When you exit my car, don’t slam my door

Yo MJG, you ready, bro?

Man, show these niggas how to pimp a hoe