Текст песни Street Dreams - The Hit Crew

Street dreams are made of these
Pushin' Beamers at 300 degrees
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the ki's
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees sweatin' sweat with big G's
Who am I to disagree
Everybody's looking for something

My man put me up on his share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but the dimes that we blaze
With a glaze in my eye when we find what we cravin'
Dollars and sense, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty, I'ma try to get filthy
Purchase a club and start up a realty
For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, and precisely, I build my cream
The first trip without the clique
Center, with a quarter brick
This is it, fresh face
NY plates got the crooked eye for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
God sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million
Without the FBI catchin' feelin'?

Street dreams are made of these
Pushin' Beamers at 300 degrees
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the ki's
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees sweatin' sweat with big G's
Who am I to disagree
Everybody's looking for something

From fat cat to pappy, conceited cat
25 To flat, pushed a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin' with moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack
Down the toilet, two sips from bein' alcoholic
Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it, like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team for a wiser dream we could all score with
The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, we smokin' on sessimina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way ass shook out, so the dog never seen her
She got me back, livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
Gassin' David Robinson's Wally moccasins
Blow me while I'm hoppin' in the drop-top BM
Word is bond, son, I had that ass down on my dick, like this

Street dreams are made of these
Pushin' Beamers at 300 degrees
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the ki's
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees sweatin' sweat with big G's
Who am I to disagree
Everybody's looking for something

Growin' up project-struck, lookin' for luck, dreamin'
Scopin' at large, niggas beamin', check what I'm seein'
Cars, ghetto stars pushin' ill Europeans
G'in', heard about them old timers OD'in'
Young, early 80's, throwin' rocks at the crazy ladies
Worshippin' every word the road-rockin' niggas gave me
The street raised me up, given up
I thought Jordans and a gold chain was livin' it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody
Cut outta class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy
Ain't that funny gettin' put on to crack money?
With all the gunplay, paintin' the ghetto black, hungry
A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flippin' coke is they career
But I'm a rebel stressin' to pull outta the heat, no doubt
With Jeeps turnin' out, spendin', never holdin' out

Street dreams are made of these
Pushin' Beamers at 300 degrees
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the ki's
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees sweatin' sweat with big G's
Who am I to disagree
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Pushin' Beamers at 300 degrees
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the ki's
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees sweatin' sweat with big G's
Who am I to disagree
Everybody's looking for something