Mobb Deep - Daydreamin’ lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Daydreamin’ lyrics]
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' of penthouses in LA
The illest yachts
The hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' daydream no more
Coming up we ain't have much
A lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box
With powdered milk too
My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want
We put lay-away on shit that
Only cost a few bucks
At school, they had Shell Toes
I had Olympians
With the weak ass velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew, way back then, we had to step it up
Cause waiting for the bus in
The snow wasn't us
Me and Hav' took the train
From Manhattan to Coney every day and night
Just so we can get our songs done
We had guns, weed, and a couple of fourties
If we got lucky on the way
We could jook someone
We used to watch Video Music Box
And pray maybe one day, we could get a shot
Outside, my niggas had all that
Shit you see on TV
From money that they made off the block
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' of penthouses in LA
The illest yachts
The hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' daydream no more
My day dreams, is more like nightmares
A vigi, bullet proof cars
Supped up time shares
My friends did a turn cause
It's not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be
When they release fur
When I get that million bucks
Will I remain the same
Or will I have to get at
Niggas cause they sayin' I changed
Will everybody wanna ball
Be my friend and leech
When niggas put me to the test
Have me clapping the heat
I used to think bein' rich
Ain't all that bad
A far cry from what a dream, was all I had
Do I got the right team
Or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me
When them cameras flash
Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat
Gotta find a better stash
Gotta collect receipts cause that
Bitch Uncle Sam
Invades your space when you evade his tax
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' of penthouses in LA
The illest yachts
The hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' daydream no more
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' of penthouses in LA
The illest yachts
The hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' daydream no more
Coming up we ain't have much
A lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box
With powdered milk too
My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want
We put lay-away on shit that
Only cost a few bucks
At school, they had Shell Toes
I had Olympians
With the weak ass velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew, way back then, we had to step it up
Cause waiting for the bus in
The snow wasn't us
Me and Hav' took the train
From Manhattan to Coney every day and night
Just so we can get our songs done
We had guns, weed, and a couple of fourties
If we got lucky on the way
We could jook someone
We used to watch Video Music Box
And pray maybe one day, we could get a shot
Outside, my niggas had all that
Shit you see on TV
From money that they made off the block
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' of penthouses in LA
The illest yachts
The hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' daydream no more
My day dreams, is more like nightmares
A vigi, bullet proof cars
Supped up time shares
My friends did a turn cause
It's not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be
When they release fur
When I get that million bucks
Will I remain the same
Or will I have to get at
Niggas cause they sayin' I changed
Will everybody wanna ball
Be my friend and leech
When niggas put me to the test
Have me clapping the heat
I used to think bein' rich
Ain't all that bad
A far cry from what a dream, was all I had
Do I got the right team
Or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me
When them cameras flash
Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat
Gotta find a better stash
Gotta collect receipts cause that
Bitch Uncle Sam
Invades your space when you evade his tax
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell, we schemin'
Daydreamin' of penthouses in LA
The illest yachts
The hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' daydream no more