Tono: F
Introducción:
Fm
Ride, slide, dipping low
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
Ride, slide, smoke control
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
Fm
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Verse
Fm
When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red
G6
Got the pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your head
Fm
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said
G6
Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's dead
Fm
We found my White Wolf stashed in my white ball cap
G6
Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy's flat black
Fm
Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back
G6
Now you're just a story on the cemetery track
Fm
We lock, and we load, we rock, and we roll
G6
We cock, and we go, it's the Undead show
Fm
You know I mean what I say, better drop when we spray
G6
It's too late to pray on Judgment Day
Fm
Hear those bells? It's the end of your life
G6
Someone's gotta live and someone's gotta die
Fm
Here comes hell, it's redemption, right?
G6
Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night
Fm
Ride, slide, dipping low
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
Ride, slide, smoke control
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
Fm
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Verse
Fm
Roll up in the spot like a live grenade
G6
And every day we celebrate like a pimp parade
Fm
Swimming in liquor till the end of my days
G6
Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze
Fm
Who would've knew I turn the trees blue?
G6
You're sitting on the internet like "is this shit true?"
Fm
And I don't give a f *ck about your bad review
G6
Till I pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!"
Fm
Then hop in the backseat and get to the blasting
G6
Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting
Fm
Except this sh *t is real, not acting
G6
We're still murdering so thanks for asking
Fm
Too damn smart to get caught up in legalities
G6
Blow you off-stage, just another fatality
Fm
And, sir, you don't know that we lack morality?
G6
"F *ck, suck, d *ck, lick, man, we nasty"
Fm
Ride, slide, dipping low
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
Ride, slide, smoke control
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
Fm
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Verse
Fm
Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses
G6
Gas is lit, quick, spark on the matchstick
Fm
The class is classic, lyrical backflips
G6
Got you b *tches begging for the backstage passes
Fm
Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc
G6
I'm just filling in because they're never gonna have it
Fm
So sad, you sad, b *tch, so glad you have this
G6
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac sh *t
Fm
Get your cardiac kit, where's the party at, trick?
G6
Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip
Fm
Got the room loud in the valley
G6
All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli
Fm
We don't give a f *ck, we never did
G6
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that's how we live
Fm
Believe me when we do it, yeah, we f *cking do it big
G6
And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids
Fm
Ride, slide, dipping low
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
Ride, slide, smoke control
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Fm
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
Fm
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
G6
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes