Itsuo, OG Santana - Cadillac Dreams Lyrics

Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side
Do it for the east side
Yea uh
Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side
Do it for the east side
Yea uh
Came in this bitch no games
Giving it my all with these flames
Getting bread everyday don't need a stain
Walking by and I'm just smoking up my pain
Working through the lanes
Till I find my own way out
Pause
I'm gone make it no doubt
I ain't no drop out
Giving up is played out
Sticking to the grind
You ain't my kind
If you ain't talking dolla signs
Put the east side on the map
With this rap
It's triple seven 60617 that's a wrap
That's a rap
But hold on lemme bring it back
Little kids stuck inna prison cell
They tryna make it back
Asked me if I love her i'm like well
Throw my wish in a wishing well
Hoping my homies doing well
Throwing punches till my knuckles swell
My belt buckle cost me a pretty bell
She like what the hell
But wait i'm getting lost
We put the east side on the map
While I'm smoking on that posh
They quick to grab that gat
These niggas cannot rap
(They ended up sounding like a mf mf)
Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side
Do it for the east side
Yea uh
Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side

Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side
Do it for the east side
Yea uh
Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side
Do it for the east side
Yea uh
Came in this bitch no games
Giving it my all with these flames
Getting bread everyday don't need a stain
Walking by and I'm just smoking up my pain
Working through the lanes
Till I find my own way out
Pause
I'm gone make it no doubt
I ain't no drop out
Giving up is played out
Sticking to the grind
You ain't my kind
If you ain't talking dolla signs
Put the east side on the map
With this rap
It's triple seven 60617 that's a wrap
That's a rap
But hold on lemme bring it back
Little kids stuck inna prison cell
They tryna make it back
Asked me if I love her i'm like well
Throw my wish in a wishing well
Hoping my homies doing well
Throwing punches till my knuckles swell
My belt buckle cost me a pretty bell
She like what the hell
But wait i'm getting lost
We put the east side on the map
While I'm smoking on that posh
They quick to grab that gat
These niggas cannot rap
(They ended up sounding like a mf mf)
Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side
Do it for the east side
Yea uh
Chopped and screwed
Roll up a few
Cadillac dreams
By all means
Do it for the east side