[Verse 1]
It's about style
It's about cool
Long haired trucker caps and country roots
Yeah it's a feeling that you get
From suicide doors and Johnny Cash, yeah

[Verse 2]
It's about real
It's about smoove
That flat black and them speakers boom
It's slow
It's fast
If you're gonna roll, roll in a Cadillac

[Chorus]
Fuzzy dice on the mirror
Cooler in the back full of beer
Radio bumping a little bits something that sounds like cheap sunglasses
Catching every girls eye
As we roll on by
Horns on the hood looking damn good
Cadillacin'

[Verse 3]
It's about four rings of fire
Them white wall spinning, smoking tires
It's about giving her a ride
She got a thumb in the air, yeah she knows what I got
She wants to slide right in my TC-3
On a Saturday night in them leather seats
Heads bopping back and forth to the beat, yeah alright