The Game - Big Dreams (BWS/DJ EMI Remix Ft. Juice & Ya Boy) | Текст песни

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• Big Dreams (BWS/DJ EMI Remix Ft. Juice & Ya Boy)

I'm free as a motherfuckin bird, I swear
Disappear in thin air
There go Game, nigga where
Posted on the block in those black airs
In that black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah
That V-12 is roarin
Flyin through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26" on the curb
Tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner let me serve
Swerve
I'm still dope, that's my word
All I did was switch the kitchens and some tracks on them birds
Erve
Gotti know I'm a murderer
Half of these people beefin with me, I've never heard of em
If I was the old me, I would murder them
Matter of fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them
Courtesy of my Smith and Wesson
I kill tracks like AIDS nigga, get infected

The whole world been waitin on em
Here I come
Drop top Phantom, I'm skatin on em
Look around, all the bitch niggas hatin on him
Mad cuz i'm Chronic 2008-in on em

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin, big money, big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big Dreams

I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school, $10,000 in my Fubu
Lunchtime I was sellin
Behind the bungalows, baggin up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin
You can catch em on the couch everyday at four-o-clock like Ellen
Primetime, nigga
It's my time nigga
Jacob ain't got nothin to do with my shine, nigga
Cuz when the sun come up, from behind the sea
Niggas see me behind the B
E-T don't stand for Entertainment
It stand for 0-60, anybody see where Game went?
To the hood
Parked crooked behind that chain fence
and I'm goin down behind my dogs but I ain't Vick
Tell me one albums I put out that ain't sick
No I ain't the doctor, but I produce the same shit

The whole world been waitin on em
Here I come
Drop top Phantom, I'm skatin on em
Look around, all the bitch niggas hatin on him
Mad cuz i'm Chronic 2008-in on em

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin, big money, big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big Dreams

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin, big money, big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big Dreams

Yo Jay, what it do nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga
I got the 40-40, lay my two Jiggas
Make you holla holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lions in the room
What up Fat Joe
I'm Curtis kryptonite
and the nigga Joey Crack? No
Whoever said the Game over
Must've had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola
Wave my red rag in the air and signal LiL Wayne over
Yeah, that's when the Cris stop poppin
The pills start droppin, and the haters start watchin
The DJ start spinnin
and the pannies start droppin
For album number three, and going Platinum's not an option
I'm back, with Cool and Dre
AKA the Monsters
and I got one word for you mother fuckers
COMPTON

The whole world been waitin on em
Here I come
Drop top Phantom, I'm skatin on em
Look around, all the bitch niggas hatin on him
Mad cuz i'm Chronic 2008-in on em

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin, big money, big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big Dreams

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin, big money, big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big dreams
Dreams, Dreams
Big Dreams
Dreams

You was wrong momma
Shit I love you but I'm still smokin
I love you momma
Chronic 2001-infinity, mother fuckers
Dr. Dre started it
I just finished it
I mean *cough* picked up where the big homey left off

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