Dream:] She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club I swear you gonna make a nigga fall in love She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin
: I be that short temper high style rhyme bringer Life style got wild similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin? out my dream Cypress
the mirror, dreamin? about blowin? up The rock crowds, make money Chill with the honeys Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me S____ funny How impossible dreams
to replace Notorious I'm just a young cat tryin' to do his thing Harlem World style, pursue my dream, cuz see The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that
throw it up See, blaze me above the game with no limit Niggas nowadays can slick and pull gimmicks Cowber use roly well iced that been in it Mines is loose rocks
my niggas? shoulder off Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y?all?s Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all Roger that, scholars
thought it was hilarious [Chorus - Chamillionare] In this game it seems That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where It's no fair no more Hit em wit that
Point em out, line em up, bet they ain't gon play with Trae 9/11, flowin panoramic like you been away (?) there she went today Tell em that the truth
Good evening You blow, you feindin' 'cause you know that your really needed And I'm the one that you wanna be with But right now baby you dreaming Wake
t backing down or backing up I got that bomb shit - you get blowin up When my razor touch ya head, neck and face And I'ma give you that shot, rest
and BET we getting our burn on Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded And it stated, that
[Intro - DJ Khaled] I'm for real about this shit This the remix Let's go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody
takin' off and puttin' the jeans But now I have nightmares, just dreams So keep singin' damn [verse 1 - Big Sound & (MC Quita)] Today it makes sense some things
that been down for 6 joints holdin down this flat Latin Kings do they things, ice pick for gats tryin to lay my garbody gats all on they back but never that
ol' circle-of-love-type thing (It's that time of the month!) What? It's that time of the month? Oh no baby, that's a small thing, I ain't worried about
heart, brush my niggas' shoulder off Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y'all's Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all Roger that
brother any old typical way He-he-hey, that ain't the way I'm living today Give me my last week check and let me bounce up and skate That's when she
Ren:] Ruthless, plenty of that and much more So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor that you step and do your danceroutine It ain't a dream my man
