paroles de chanson Living My Dream (feat. Doughboyz Cash Out) - Doughboyz Cashout , Jeezy

What's up?
This for the young niggaz

Wake up in the morning roll a blunt for a nigga bust a teen
While his face wanting more, laying back to the streets
Money on this mind last night, he can even meet
Money on his mind he can't even sleep
Mama think that he can get me out of head
But if niggas all good, 'cause he got a couple bands
Bullet 21 so he steppin' the club
This to say the face wanna be a thug
Couple cup nigga this despite with the lean gas
Lose everything my young nigga everybody scream
Getting a little paper now the bitches all on em
Getting a little paper now the bitches all want em,
Might be a lot of things but he ain't no fool
So I kept my young nigga work without his tool
Dirty in his problems, how my young nigga rocking
Sour for the deep and get this motherfucker profit

Just do the robbers and the jackets, and the killers, and the dealers
Get the trappers niggas getting going scriller
But this is for my young niggaz
This is for my young niggaz
Now I got it for the hustlers and the busters and the gangstas and the clubbers
Hating ass niggas, gotta suck us,
But I guess this for my young niggaz
Doing for my young niggaz.
For my young niggaz they post it on the block
For them young niggaz stay move without their Glock
My young niggaz stay rappin' for the hood
For them young niggaz, I don't suck it no good

This is for my young nigga locked up for something he ain't did
But he really locked up for some crime he said
Put him on the case when he ain't really did nothing
But he gonna take it for the hood
He ain't a snitch, he like fuck it,
We didn't pay it for the love, but the lawyer bullshit
Cool with my nigga, all we can do is listen
Twenty years young, he don't wanna go to prison
15 to live, he like fuck that sentence
And then I ain't even measure what I pay for the lawyer
Me and sidekick, we got played by the lawyer
With a life sentence he ain't get conjugal visits
Plus, the penis like a ... he reduces
Fuck it he thuggin'
All these want some bitches and some money
He can eat lunch with
From day one nigga he just wanna keep in touch with
But remember he ain't even do nothing

No one haze by the block, stay by glock
Runnin out, big homies got in workin on the clock
Wax in the sack game balls in the spot
All he want is a bad bitches sign him off the lot
My young nigga, he remind me of me
We ain't up and copin' tryin to come up on the key
In the club thuggin' going hard for the streets
Selling soft 'cause them jaze little hard on this feet
Yeah yeah, just a young nigga post it on the block
Truly in his pants who getting pop with it
He from the same hood as me we like block brothers
Stash pistols and then drugs, we see the cops coming
Ain't really got a fam, he like fuck living
But if he got problems, homies gonna thug with him
Just beating murder case feeling the touch
For my young niggaz, don't let nobody fuck with you