Nas - Street Dreams
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hh, what, what, uhh..Chorus: nas (set to eurythmics "sweet dreams")Street dreams are made of theseniggaz push beemers and 300 e'sa drug dealer's destiny is reachin a keyeverybody's lookin for somethin..street dreams are made of theseshorties on they knees, for niggaz with big g'swho am i to disagree?everybody's lookin for somethin..[nas]my man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a squareheaded for delaware, with one change of gearnothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazedwith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we cravedollars and cents, a fugitive with two attemptsjakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a printthough i'm innocent, til proven guiltyi'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realtyfor real g, i'ma fullfill my dreamif i conceal my scheme, then precisely i'll build my creamthe first trip without the cliquesent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is itfresh face, ny plates got a crooked i for the jakesi want it all, armorall benz and endless papesgod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half millionwithout the fbi catchin feelingsChorus[nas]from fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cattwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet backholdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my backlivin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilettwo sips from bein alcoholicnine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now i'm all for itmy man saw it like dionne warwicka wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score withthe cartel argentina coke with the nina up in the hotel, smokin on sessaminatrina got the fishscale between herthe way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen hershe got me back livin sweeter, fresh caesarguess, david robinson's, walle' moccasinsbitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top bmword is bond son, i had that bitch down on my shit like thisChorus[nas]growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreaminscopin the large niggaz beamin, check what i'm seeincars, ghetto stars pushin ill europeansg'n, |
heard about them old timers od'nyoung, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy ladyworshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave methe street raised me up, givin a fucki thought jordan's and a gold chain was livin it upi knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybodycut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughtyain't that funny? gettin put on to crack moneywith all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungrya case of beers in the staircase i wasted yearssome niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they careerbut i'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubtwith jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin outChorus 2x |
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