Riding down the road in a nickel black cadillac
Reckon tomorrow I don`t want my money back
If I roll then I roll
Yeah I roll down the road
I rolled this far
Don`t need no high sale
No no no!
(Chorus)
Can`t beat it with a stick
Bulletproof, three feet thick
When you got it down keep beating it
Can`t beat it
Can`t beat it
And if you can then you beat it like this
I had a dream
Woke up in a cold cold sweat
It was one of those dreams though
That you know you`ll never forget
Well there was one, no two, no three, no four
Women in the kitchen whipping me up some food
Four women dressed to the hilt
Dressed like prostitutes