Slick Black Cadillac - Quiet Riot

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

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

I'd be ridin' in a cab goin' downtown Findin' faces I know in a big crowd Tryin' to drink the pain away, mhmm And I'd be stayin' out all night, never goin' home Girl you know I'd lose all control If I lost you There would be a riot Breakin' up my heart, I'd try to fight it I could go out every night but I'd be lyin' If I said I could live and breathe Without you There'd be a lot of lonely Wishin' and prayin' that you would hold me I would do most anything baby If only you would come back to me Come back to me There would be a riot Oh yeah, oooh I'd be checkin' on my phone every minute Waitin' 'round for it to start ringin' And prayin' it would be you I don't know what I'd do There would be a riot Breakin' up my heart, I'd try to fight it I could go out every night but I'd be lyin' If I said I could live and breathe Without you There'd be a lot of lonely Wishin' and prayin' that you would hold me I would do most anything baby if only You would come back to me Come back to me There would be a riot If I ever lost you If I ever lost you There would be a riot Breakin' up my heart, I'd try to fight it I could go out every night but I'd be lyin' If I said I could live and breathe There'd be a lot of lonely Wishin' and prayin' that you would hold me I would do most anything baby if only You would come back to me Come back to me There would be a riot If I ever lost you There would be, there would be a riot Breakin' up my heart, I'd try to fight it There would be a riot If I ever lost you

A friend of mine grows his very own brambles They twist all around him 'til he can't move Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles What is my friend trying to prove? The booze turns a tall, gentle boy to a terrible totem And the kids gather 'round trying to see what's inside I think when he's drinking he's drowning some riot What is my friend trying to hide? 'Cause it's breaking my heart, it's breaking my heart And it's breaking my heart to pour like the rain Brother of mine don't run with those fuckers When will my friend start singing again? When will my friend... Start singing again? Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You said you want love, babe You said you could give it to me just how I, I need And you think of roses and daisies And I think of passion and fire like Hades You say all the time, peace and quiet But for my love, I need a riot, a riot I hope you captured my drift I said I need a riot I don't want no sinking ship But I need Better than the typical "Honey, I'm home" shit Why'd we even making love? Are you tired of this? Said that you'd be working late For the third time this week Watch your love go astray 'Cause our love's too routine Too routine Love's too routine Love's too routine Too routine

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