Lyrical Breakdown of Dreams Of ******* A D-Boy Ft. Jay Rush - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Yo, I'm tellin' you Tiff
They lettin' the dead nigga hold the cash
We got give a nigga some ass to get to the boss
Yo all the mutherfuckin' drug dealers nigga we use to dream
About when we was young
I swear to God that's my word
I got dreams of fuckin' with this young don name Shaquan
That's word to my moms she turned me on
That's word to Gaffney
He could have smashed
Cops to a quarter, I wish I gave him a daughter for real
I used to dream of niggas like henduse
His outpost snitched I rather fuck be the shoe
Ah!
I'm addicted to drug dealers
Young 17 fuckin' with drug niggas
You now killers like pap and prince miller
From queens. la baprime, I seen him in my dreams
I use to feen for the call least to wake up late nights
Watin' for them to call me
True story before the lime light
It was cars, trucks, and bikes
Fox and D-Knights
Uh, and ever since I was a child
Use to stay dreamin' about Kevin chaws
Whatever happened to the days
Lookin' around and it's all chagned
Only the snitches and wannabees
American ganstas are history
Whenever you need me I'll Be there
I've done all my ways and I can fair
I'm a beast up in the streets
Baby girl no there's no need for you to dream on
It was all a dream, like Big said
When I woke up, dam, seemed like the city was dead
What's up New York New York, nobody gettin' bread
And so leak sent big meeks to the feds
Uh, now everybody a gansta nobody got cheeder
My dreams were so much better
Big money from gold getters
Minks in the cold weathers
Chris in advance kush
Remeber Bush
Big L son and Lu Harv
Homicide Lu and Boy George
Just see him go to sleep in tha car
And pop a few pills
Turn me on for reals
You know Foxsend shots to hit you
Then I fuck a nigga like wane Perry, he finna snitch you
Since I was young, I use to dream of fuckin' with habnow
Poppin' bottles while he suckin' or swallow
Whatever happened to the days
Lookin' around and it's all chagned
Only the snitches and wannabees
American ganstas are history
Whenever you need me I'll Be there
I've done all my ways and I can fair
I'm a beast up in the streets
Baby girl there's no need for you to dream on
(Don't sleep, I'll be the dream) be the dream
(Don't sleep, I'll be the dream) I said I'll be the dream
(Don't sleep, I'll be the dream)
Yeah, I'll be dream
(Don't sleep, I'll be the dream) be the dream
(Don't sleep, I'll be the dream) I'll be the only dream
(Don't sleep, I'll be the dream)
Baby girl there's no need for you to dream on