[Daz]

reality, reality...



[chorus 2x: Daz]

fuck dreamin the same dreams

bein down for the same team

wether it seems to be reality it's just a dream

why, eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die

when I walk down the streets, will I meet evil in disguise



[Daz]

now I'm dreamin a new dream

bein down with the Snoop team

wether it seems to be reality, it's not a dream

and the colors I wear is do or die

if I git caught slippin will I meet evil up in disguise

so I pack a bigger strap, .32 round cap

with my mind tellin me no or should I peel this cap back

cuz these hater ass niggaz only out for my wealth

see I don't know what the future really holds for myself

and then I tell myself

"there's nowhere for me to turn"

when you fucked up so many times you bound to learn

it's reality and fatality that you and your boys y'all wanna smoke me up

niggaz wanna battle me, ya soul is lost

neva-eva to be found

when my friends be around when they rest me in the ground

we blast for the cash, bashin for green

life ain't what it seems, niggaz full of horrible dreams

Dat Nigga Daz is on the mash again

yeah, it's Dillinger with a fifth of Hen

livin in a world of sin 

will my composer ever be the same

give it to you like it is, fuck playin them games

I wanna fuck yo bitch cuz I wanna bust a nut

but you silly ass bitches wanna get me caught up

but it's hard to survive in 2005

but I got 2005 ways just to let a nigga die

it's all about controversy

the same ass niggaz out to work me

it's the same bitch niggaz out to hurt me

my closest road dog said he won't switch sides

he said he'd represent it till the fuckin day that he'd die

he know he lied cuz niggaz who live wrong is bound to live a short life

when you perish ya go to hell for the shit you didn't do right

will money be the rule of my destruction

without the money I can't even seem to function

it shows me what money is capable of

now my worstest enemies, I show 'em no love

buy me some Hennesy, I need some Hennesy

from Long Beach to Atlanta, back to Tennessee

I'm not the age of being a man of eatin ham

fuck stamps, 16 Compton g's in my hand

let ya to the older niggaz who started this shit (Long Beeeeach!)

now I got my own crew hoppin in respect (Dogg Poooound)

like to cook it, blow it up, double and triple my profit

now every dope dealer wanna cop it

becuz I got the bomb and I ain't goin back

so everybody draw down nigga draw out ya strap



[chorus 2x: Daz]



[Daz]

yeah

fuck dreamin the same dreams

waitin on the motherfucker to help you out ya bullshit all the time

take your life to your own destiny

if you fucked up you did it on your own

don't let another motherfucker fuck you up

take time, think

be about yourself

yeah

fuck dreamin the same dreams