Black Cadillac Acordes

	  
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