Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Golden Warrior]
"Two"
I drive a big Cadillac
Keep my homies [?], got 'em buyin' my crack
I'm all about that
I wear fresh clothes straight out the fashion file
My hoes walkin' all up and down 8 Mile
Pimp up a bitch at the drop of a hat
Then have the little slut walkin' all up and down mack

[Verse 2: Gold D]
Money, bitches, diamond rings
Mackin' hoes every day, that's my thing
Gold nuggets, golden ropes on D
At least twelve freaks all times on me
I hang with the players long 'bout quarter to ten
I ain't about to lose, I'm about to win
And be the mack of the year, yeah that's me
Straight from Oakland, mackin' player Goldie D

[Verse 3: Gold Double B]
G-O-L-D
Gold Double B, Gold Double B
Six, three, six, three
Six three Imapala, thrix see Impala
One, six, one, six
Sixteen switches, sixteen switches
Lots of, lots of
Lots of freaks on my nuts

[Verse 4: Rold Gold]
Who knows hoes like no one knows?
Rold Gold from the Goldies does
Sell them cheap, they don't got clothes
I stuff cocaine up in their nose
Rows and rows of bitches and hoes
Ten bucks up with three or more
Rub your toes, work your hose
Get your [knot ?], strike a pose

[Verse 5: Golden Jelly]
I fuck bitches, hoes, G string [bros ?]
Lick on my nuts, suck on my balls
I'm the big wig Golden Jelly
You lick my balls even though they smelly
Sweaty, stinky, sticky stank
You just keep lickin' 'cause you like the bank
Mink, plush, big gold rush
I take a shit and let my bitches flush

[Verse 6: Golden Toby]
Well I'm a pimp-ass player, I thought you knew
And I'm kickin' these fresh-ass rhymes for you
Another one bites the dust
So you know I think it's a must
To stick my dick in this bitch
'Cause she's just a big slut
So I stuck it, I flipped it, I smacked it down
And then I left that bitch with a fat-ass frown
'Cause I'm a player, a pimp, I got no doubt
You know I freak that shit so I'm out
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out
I'm out, I'm out this bitch

[Verse 7: Golden Rocks]
[boom ?] crack, rollin' down town
I'm Golden Rocks, baddest [package ?] around
Chillin' at the disco
All kinds of hoochies, one steps up
Do you know me? Yeah I know you, bitch
You stand on the corner and I'm the money man
With pockets like Time Warner
She said, "I'll do you for a fifty"
I smacked her in the face and get fucked for free
'Cause I'm a pimp, a OG, gangstas know whats up
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out
What about that, sauerkraut?

[Verse 8: Golden Spackalantie]
It's Spackalantie, the golden boy
I pimp hoes, bitches are my toys
I pimps like my name's super fly
Always mack hoes, I don't know why
I guess that's why I'm in the golden clique
I love to squeeze a ho, I love to mack a bitch
Make money, lots of green, mack

[Verse 9: Golden Gram]
A young caucasian bustin' a rhyme
To a beat so funky, fresh, and fine
Some would even call me a minor miracle
Comment allez-vous and the girlies go hysterical
Smooth when I bust a move to the grove
So show improve 'til your face turns blue
Gram comin' at ya with a blunt in your eye
I know [?] but don't cry, and I'm fly
Bye-bye

[Chorus: Golden Warrior & Golden Jelly]
I drive a big Cadillac
I drive a big Cadillac (Yeah, bitches)
I drive a big Cadillac ([?])
I drive a big Cadillac (Spud, tell me where you at)

[Verse 10: Golden Spud]
Golden Spud rollin' on Gratiot
Playin' that funky shit
Chillin' on the corner, clockin' the [knot ?]
Smilin' like Mister [Endicott ?]
Many rings, many chains
I'm so shiny, it makes birds sing
Gold in my mouth, gold on my shoes
So much gold, got [shit ?] to lose

[Verse 11: Gold Digger]
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty hoes and more
You might see one at the corner store
When you go out [of your house ?] get in your car
You drive over the bitch and you just go "Ah!"
I feel so funky
I feel so funky
I feel so funky
Yeah
That's it