WC, the MAAD Circle - Wet Dream lyrics

Snorin like a motherfucker
Stretched on the couch
Slobbin on my pillow and I'm
Droolin at the mouth
And now I'm havin dreams cause
I'm in a deep sleep
But ain't Dream About
No motherfucker named Jeannie
Shit was intense
It had me sweatin like crack
Sorta like a horror flick for every
Motherfucker who dissed the black
People was gettin done, we had em on the run
Killin em all, one by one
Cause niggas in the hood
Was finally gettin together
No more set trippin, with cappin each other
Brother to brother, hand in hand
Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep
Ready for action and
All you seen was niggas and knick-kickers
Bailin on this mission, hesta coalition
Checkin through the vicinity, for enemies
And if we find any they gon'
Get treated like Reginald Denny
Oooh, the shit was cooler than a motherfucker
Never thought the day'd come when I
Could wear the other color
Without gettin hit up
Sweated or shot on the scene
Sparked up, it had to be a dream
But anyway, back to the - story
That I'm
Tossin - listen up when
Black folks are talkin
Niggas was in the streets runnin wild
And tied to this car it
Was Officer Colonel Colin Powell
And bein that bitch made's was
The first to go
Pete Wilson was on the side
Stripped out his clothes
Tied to the back of a six-fo'
And it was draggin his ass
Up and down El Segundo
Uhh, now whassup nigga with the
Shit that you was poppin
You ain't bannin shit, motherfucker!
Then told Colonel Powell to
Turn his ass over
And from the back
They placed both of they hands
Down on his shoulder
Surrounded by a gang of
Niggas he screamed loud
"I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but
They still fucked him doggystyle
And that's when my dream started gettin good
My dick was rising and rising
Ready to break wood
Cause now we lookin for the residence
Thirty thousand gang members on
Our way to Washington
And the National Guard couldn't fuck with us
Cause in my dream we had
Guns blowin up the helicopters
Bailed in the White House, deep
Caught you-know-who in his motherfuckin sleep
You comin back with us to South
Central that's what we told him
Before we stuffed him in the
Back of the low-low
Got to the hood, now it'ssssON!
Now it's time for him to pay the piper
For doin us wrong
Cause now the tables was turned and
On the top we stood
Robbin motherfuckers for they manhood
And even the old folks was down, fuck em up
Hang em high
Is what they screamed out the crowd
And that's when I heard a gunshot
And his body fell back and
His brains went SPLAT
Now here's where I finally woke up
Sittin in a puddle full of nut
Heard a loud siren then I ran to the front
Hopin ain't nobody I know they got
The fuckin yellow tape up
Damn, they laid my homey in the street
Another victim of gang violence
Created by the beast
And to think just a minute ago
Yo I was dreamin this bullshit ceased
We killed the real devil
But I guess it was just my, imagination
That one day we can all live as one
Man fuck it
No matter how real it all seemed yo
The shit was only a wet dream
Fuck this is back on again