Green Cadillac ft. DJ Battlecat & The Lady of Rage Lyrics

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