I caught you cheatin' and runnin' round And now I'm gonna put you in a hole in the ground I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back Now, I'm gonna bump you off Gonna tell you the reason why You're worth more to me dead, daddy Than you is alive I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'm gonna buy me a pistol A great big forty-five I'm gonna bring you back baby, dead not alive I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'll hire a black Cadillac To drive you to your grave I'm gonna be there baby Throw that mud in your face I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back I'll wear a black mink coat A diamond ring on my hand I'm gonna put you under ground I'll find myself another man I'm gonna ride to your funeral Daddy, in a black Cadillac Oh yeah, you think you are Oh baby, but you can't come back

Un jeune soul s'élève, bail out! Get the fuck out de son corps Ridin' goofy? Nah, ridin' coffin Black tux' custom made, lookin' comme un fuckin' prince Gotta do my thang, clock's tic-tockin' Tu m'connais, papillon sur le collet Comme des mains autour du cou À bout d'souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone À bout d'souffle, j'te pogne une puff and I'm gone Laissez-moi get in my zone They got me hustling sept fois par semaine Heavy eyelids, poupée d'porcelaine La tête vide, obsolète à s'en mordre les lèvres Most of them célèbrent, nous on s'Kush quand les morts se lèvent And most of them freeze quand les morts s'élèvent Believers attendent la Messe, speechless amongst the rest Nonetheless Un dernier tour de piste avant l'trafic de Los Angeles Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul (Nobody's gonna save your soul) Ain't that right, say ain't that right? F-it, jeune jefe juste sittin' on 6's Got Sex in the City, that's bisches on bisches Shift gear, six chiffres, mais j'reste focus sur huit Steven Seagal, Né pour mourir, mais j'reste focus on livin' Fuck un folk song pourri, this is Post-Rap bidness Bande de faux John Lennon, juste Imagine mon pénis, han! (So just get back to wherever you came) Jeune Jésus juste swervin' down Memory Lane They got me hustlin' cinq fois par semaine Hochelaga, pas d'farine pour faire ce bread Goddamn it, it sucks d'checker ma mama courir I had to do what I gotta do and I'm 'bout to do it Dix piasses, la guit' sèche, papa knew it! Sud Sale to Post Rap, Hallelujah! Han! pis j'ride high tonight A'ec mon body dans une def Black Cadillac (...) Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save your soul Young Jesus going back to wherever he came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane Helene, Helene, 'cause nobody's gonna save my soul So just get back to wherever you came Black Cadillac swerving on Memory Lane...

I got a story to tell about a trip down to hell I was driver, provider, supplier to my own demise To my own surprise they told me to testify, man Replaying back of my mind I do it all the damn time Told me to testify Losing my sense of time Man, it's getting harder and harder to breathe Man, it's getting harder and harder to be me To see me To go back to way I was, man This man needs a helping hand Replaying back of my mind I do it all the damn time Told me to testify Losing my sense of time Friday walking through the door Asking, if you've shopped before Broken denim on the run Chasing the devil in the sun He took it away Misspelling my name I'm only human, I said Man, it's getting harder and harder to breathe Man, it's getting harder and harder to be me To see me To go back to way I was, man This man needs a helping hand One more time, go It's getting harder and harder to breathe It's getting harder and harder to breathe Friday walking through the door Asking, if you've shopped before Broken denim on the run Chasing the devil in the sun He took it away Misspelling my name I'm only human, I said yeah It's getting harder and harder to breathe It's getting harder and harder to breathe

Hey baby! Cadillac, Cadillac take me home I would rather sit there all alone Then watch you run around this dancefloor light With everybody but me just ain't right Cadillac, Cadillac take me home I'd rather play games on my G4 phone Than watch you flirt at the bar all damn night With everybody but me girl it just ain't right Right, what you do to a man falling all over you Right, right what you say Making me dance alone that way Now I do what I can, but when it comes to women I don't understand So, I, I'm out of here Call yourself a cab, watch my Cadillac disappear Hey baby! Cadillac, burn the mac's on the tube Think I'm gonna spend my night with you She wouldn't know a good thing like I said If I hit her from behind upside the head Cadillac, do I lack what it takes? Every time I love seems my heart breaks I'd rather sit all night there see the outer space Than lose another part of me to another pretty face Right, what you do to a man falling all over you Right, right what you say Making me dance alone that way Now I do what I can, but when it comes to women I don't understand So, I, I'm out of here Call yourself a cab, watch my Cadillac disappear Hey baby I'll be alright now Hey baby I'll be alright now Right, what you do to a man falling all over you Right, right what you say Making me dance alone that way Now I do what I can, but when it comes to women I don't understand So, I, I'm out of here Call yourself a cab, watch my Cadillac disappear Hey baby I'll be alright now, baby Hey baby I'll be alright now, baby

Moda de viola De um cego infeliz Podre na raiz, ah Vive sem futuro Num lugar escuro E o diabo diz: Ah Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha Moda de viola De um cego infeliz Podre na raiz, ah Vive sem futuro Num lugar escuro E o diabo diz: Ah Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha

O Chefe da Folia Pelo telefone manda me avisar Que com alegria Não se questione para se brincar Ai, ai, ai É deixar mágoas pra trás, ó rapaz Ai, ai, ai Fica triste se és capaz e verás Tomara que tu apanhe Pra não tornar fazer isso Tirar amores dos outros Depois fazer teu feitiço Ai, se a rolinha, Sinhô, Sinhô Se embaraçou, Sinhô, Sinhô É que a avezinha, Sinhô, Sinhô Nunca sambou, Sinhô, Sinhô Porque este samba, Sinhô, Sinhô De arrepiar, Sinhô, Sinhô Põe perna bamba, Sinhô, Sinhô Mas faz gozar, Sinhô, Sinhô O "Peru" me disse Se o "Morcego" visse Não fazer tolice Que eu então saísse Dessa esquisitice De disse-não-disse Ah! Ah! Ah! Aí está o canto ideal, triunfal Ai, ai, ai Viva o nosso Carnaval sem rival Se quem tira o amor dos outros Por Deus fosse castigado O mundo estava vazio E o inferno habitado Queres ou não, Sinhô, Sinhô Vir pro cordão, Sinhô, Sinhô É ser folião, Sinhô, Sinhô De coração, Sinhô, Sinhô Porque este samba, Sinhô, Sinhô De arrepiar, Sinhô, Sinhô Põe perna bamba, Sinhô, Sinhô Mas faz gozar, Sinhô, Sinhô Quem for bom de gosto Mostre-se disposto Não procure encosto Tenha o riso posto Faça alegre o rosto Nada de desgosto Ai, ai, ai Dança o samba Com calor, meu amor Ai, ai, ai Pois quem dança Não tem dor nem calor