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