Dreams

Yeah, yeah, we gon' smoke good on this one
Yeah, we gon' smoke good, smoke good
Lean nigga, lean nigga
Lean nigga, lean nigga
Pump clean nigga
Lean nigga, lean nigga

I say the better the bread, the better the head
The better the weed, the better the dope
The better the speed, ho please
Don't fuck with T, don't come at me
With that punk bitch, he say she
You don't say, yeah I'm rollin' with J
I'm feelin' real raw
Feelin' like I wanna break up a jaw
DEA's they ain't fuck with my dogs, can't shop at the malls
Wanna box up a law, now watch 'em come and get me
Probably do it tomorrow, wanna nigga to start
Want a motherfucker off in the dark
I go hard, play no games with them thangs
Pretty Floyd with them boys
Roy Jones with them cones, po-po's bring it on
Still a bitch I don't trust, cause they set me up
Push a nigga back from crumbs to dust
So I just stay hard in the touch, in a Harley truck
Lights, camera, action, Hollywood nigga powder up

Dreams, dreams, they'll rip 'em apart
Get caught up in that system and you droppin' it off
And if you try to come up, they peepin' your cards
They never let you breathe, my nigga get you a job
Dreams, dreams, they'll rip 'em apart
Get caught up in that system and you droppin' it off
And if you try to come up, they peepin' your cards
They never let you breathe, my nigga get you a job

Now in my days and times, I had various aspirations
Precarious fascinations, hilarious bastards hatin'
Break it down to it's simplest, they swollen like a pimple is
Make me wanna send 'em a hot one, right where his temple is
What's all this fussin' fo'?
The commotion and the confusion man, why all this cussin' bro?
Slow your motion, you ain't bruisin' with no words
What you need to get is some sticks and some stones
And break you a big a loaf of this bread off
Try some bricks and some zones
My nigga these tricks'll come home
After they get through trickin'
And they get through buyin'
And they get through dickin'
And they go home lyin'
But, that's not my problem, it's not my concern
See I could care less, I just wanna get this paper and burn
Cause I'm still takin' my turn, my nigga I'm takin' yours
I'm breakin' hoes, I'm shakin' foes
And makin' dough with earth-quakin' flows
But I'mma keep bakin' those pies, with them flakin' crumbs
And if you smell it in your sleep, maybe then you'll awaken from it

Dreams, dreams, they'll rip 'em apart
Get caught up in that system and you droppin' it off
And if you try to come up, they peepin' your cards
They never let you breathe, my nigga get you a job
Dreams, dreams, they'll rip 'em apart
Get caught up in that system and you droppin' it off
And if you try to come up, they peepin' your cards
They never let you breathe, my nigga get you a job

Motherfuck the feds and the P.O.'s, the warden and the C.O.'s
I'm ghetto fab, Jewish chickenheads and steelos
Y'all know my steelo, all stock Aston Martin
Catch a B-body with Tela dog, pass the Martin
I hustle like ain't shit changed since the passin' of Martin
And I'll see hell before I'm on the yard, passin' cartons
I'm a dirty dirty gangsta nigga
And bird fly south for the winter
To any ghetto hood, bank or river
Call me the underground king with the coke, like Bun B
Drive from Compton to Tennessee with work in the Humvee
In the slums we, either good with rock or bricks
And we dream of cash money, but ain't nobody hood rich
And all we got is sports, entertainment and crime
So you gotta get yours, I gotta get high
Like when I played Philly in the seven forty-five
Now I'm sittin' in a state penitentiary, cell block forty-five, uhh

Dreams, dreams, they'll rip 'em apart
Get caught up in that system and you droppin' it off
And if you try to come up, they peepin' your cards
They never let you breathe, my nigga get you a job
Dreams, dreams, they'll rip 'em apart
Get caught up in that system and you droppin' it off
And if you try to come up, they peepin' your cards
They never let you breathe, my nigga get you a job

Dreams, dreams, they'll rip 'em apart
Get caught up in that system and you droppin' it off