Green Cadillac

The is the Legendary DJ Battlecat
With Inglewood's finest, Tia P
And the West Coast Queen, Lady of Rage
Yo Tia P. talk to em'

Yeah I'm feeling myself
Preparation and plenty patience, good for my health
Last year, hell of a season but I prevailed
Man these rappers like old crackers, getting real stale
And then I appear
We getting checks in the mail at my Inglewood address
Please don't equate that the money means no stress
Thinking bout the last show, we ain't give em no rest
Had fists pumping in the air like a protest, woo woo
In the morning I'm drinking champagne, making toast
Swimming in my own thoughts. Watch me backstroke
Keep you accustom to switching up these rap flows
Lyrical, spiritual, radical. Outta control. Ugh
Promise they'll never turn me to Sambo
Keep my mind sharp. Had to find the right angle
Born in the backyard city of the Angles
But I been had wings. You can keep the red bull

Catch me chilling. Riding 'round minding my business
And if you wit it, you can hop in the back of my green Cadillac
Just
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me, ride
Fly with me, fly with me, fly with me, fly
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me, ride
Fly with me, fly with me, fly. Ugh

I spy with these big pretty brown eyes
The spot Nip died
What's and eye for an eye?
Don't mean nothing if you still ain't got the vision inside
Open up that third eye
Stepping on campus, the first time I realized
I don't know who bang harder: gangs or D9s
HU! Howard University. Get it right
Say the wrong H and believe me, we finna fight
(Bow)
I'm as cool as they come. Even when I was young, I had em like whooo
Never lost. Never chasing a trend. What's already been has been. Do you!
I got neighborhood vibes with a side of good energy
Tia P. rapped it, and Battlecat made the beat
Brought heat, like choir robes on revival week
Since I'm in the pulpit, gon' let the choir sing

Catch me chilling. Riding 'round minding my business
And if you wit it, you can hop in the back of my green Cadillac
Just
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me, ride
Fly with me, fly with me, fly with me fly
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me, ride
Fly with me, fly with me, fly.
It's The Lady of Rage

I rock rough and stuff wit' my afro-centric
Artistic, gifted, bumping Nip's Prolific
Though we come from the trenches, may we come to our senses
Stay spirituality lifted like holistic mystics.This is business as usual
Who'd a knew that cruising through the crucible, will turn you into something new
You see that green caddie rolling through
But did they mention Bishop Don, a magic wand won't stop the Tia P debut

Catch me chilling. Riding 'round minding my business
And if you wit it, you can hop in the back of my green Cadillac
Just
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me, ride
Fly with me, fly with me, fly with me fly
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me, ride
Fly with me, fly with me, fly. Ugh



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Writer(s): Robin Allen
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