Big L
Big L - American Dream lyrics
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(feat. Killa Kam (Cam'Ron), Mase Murda (Ma$E), Mcg) [McGruff] (check it, Yo!) Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream cocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of busters being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke guarded by thugs and rottweilers I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars niggas get plugged when my glock collers skunk smokers, philly and aisle ripper cristal sipper, I've been a willy for awhile nigga 'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls east coast west coast fiends overdose 'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost [Murda Mase] This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3 clips of hollow tips with no sympathy since 14 I sold morphine for more green kept open a nautica coat under the draw sting and watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerz and laundry ninas flea the country to Argentina laid back in the beach (yeah) coastin with commuters smokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Aruba for awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile dough then become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po' get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diego with yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so [Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene you gots to get your own scheme We ain't splitin this cream [Killa Kam] Yo! Imma run hestrically, till they bury me, count numerically hills of Beverly, more grands than cherokee president like Eric B., and Rakim Drug game I'm top ten, locked in , right now its not an option and those who creep, got the Mac in the heat they got the 5 inch screens in the back of the seat and now they got to steady braggin last year, had me saggin', wasn't ready when heavy was back tossed me in the paddywagon but ain't nobody out here stoppin love cause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bub so Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrong Killa kid Kama'Ron surviving in the Amazon [BloodShed] Yo! I leave you dazed and froze with all kinds of amazing flows money surrounded I counted with bathing with Asian Hoes back home niggas is after me I'm back to sea sippin daquiri's coke factory, fiends baggin up crack for me from cutting up rocks to investing in stocks nautica yachts, and knots busting outa my socks now thats bloods play the chub all the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby behind my back they say my babys ugly each night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini, jeeps neighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheets mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan cause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs [Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene you gots to get your own scheme We ain't splitin this cream [Big L] Check It! To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen yo know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie I'm known to mack a hoochie, do I got stacks of lucci? (absolutely) Harlem Kids is known for felonies, and sellin keys, pushin 300z's Gee-Es- 3's, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Tees be yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuries Aye-Yo I'm set for the rest of my life Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife I stuck my tool to his brain, so that fool can get slain nigga, yo' bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game [Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast you know what I mean Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene you gots to get your own scheme We ain't splitin this cream Yea What? Harlem on the Rise Blood shed Killa Kam Six Figures Cee-O-Cee Chuck Blassie My Man man Mase, the Bad Boy uptown McGruff Big L 139 NFL 14