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letra de 69 caddy - natural elements

natural elements ‎(ft. intimidator) ft. ebony – “69 caddy”
[emcee(s): intimidator]
[producer(s): charlemagne]
[hook/vocals: ebony]

[hook: ebony with background vocals by intimidator] (x2)
’69 cadillac coupe de ville
aiming out the window, and i shoots to k!ll
when it’s in the driveway, notice time getting still in my
’69 cadillac coupe de ville

[verse 1: intimidator]
in my
’69 coupe de ville, and it’s all that
strapped with the gat for the fools who like to carjack
watch them squint to see through the tint. stick the
pistol out the window to give ‘em a hint—cl!ck
5-0 bronco, so i put the glock away
system pumping, bumping, thumping something from a block away
rolling up the block, ain’t a d-mn thing scarier
jet-black ‘lac with a jet-black interior
fort deep, every troop in the coupe. got the
rims on the hoop’ ‘cause i got that kind of loot
coasting, then i hit the three-wheel motion, make a
right turn on nostrand, look at how my spokes spin
wax the ride to give it a shine, grab
the nine and unwind as the leather seat recline
with a diamond in the back (uh!), black ‘rag top (uh!)
glock (uh!) nineteen (uh!) and a gangsta lean (uh!) in my (uh!)

[verse 2: intimidator]
i feel
good like i should when i drive through the hood. i’m a
straight gangsta n-gga, and i hope it’s understood
gangsta lean, looking mean in my lowride
right inside the glove is where i keep the four-five
turn up the bass so i can feel sky-high
my ride’s fly, plus my license plates ain’t drive-by
my ’69 coupe de ville is all-black
my ’69 coupe de ville is all that
i’m hitting switches when i drive through the ghetto
check the rear-view for the clear view, put the pedal to the medal
smooth, i love my black caddy
k!lling, chilling like an old mack daddy
my coupe runs smooth, you can’t even feel the bumps
a drunk and nasty funky, and a burner for the punks
make it jump, make it jump, make it jump, make it jump
let it pump (let it!), let it pump (let it!), let it pump (let it!), let it in my

[verse 3: intimidator]
i’m breaking ‘em off something
gorgeous, coming
up out of the cut, and i’m taking a loaded four-fifth
to the break of dawn once again, it’s on
talking to my g on the dial-up phone
the earthquake bass makes the whole place shake
’69 is the year, coupe de ville is the make
rolling up next to a fool in a pontiac
poor old n-gga thinking it’s a cadillac
why these other n-ggas gotta walk and get their stride on?
i put my lights on, i have to get my ride on
not enough bass, so i equalize it. when my
mother’s making noise, then harmonicize it. when the chrome
when the g, when the gat are alone, “beep-beep”
hit the h-rn, hit the gas, and i’m gone
wanna ride? get inside. what you waiting for? sit your
fat ass on the seat, buckle down, then f-cking go on a

- natural elements

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