The Game - American Dream lyrics
[The Game - American Dream lyrics]
Yeah
Bad boy collabo
J.R
Let's get it
Look, it's Keyshia Cole and
The black Kenneth Cole
Black Air One's, all black sole
I'm 'bout to take control like Janet
Dammit
Can't stand it
So So Def J.D can't handle it
Bust shots in L.A., bust shots in New York
Bust shots for Big and Pac
Puffin' his Newport
Crazy shit that happen when you
Mix rappin' with trappin'
Fuck around and get your wig pushed backwards
Twist up the Backwoods, blow that then
California license plate, you know that Benz
I'm focused like a Kodak lens
Park my Aston Martin by the garden
Tell 'em to hold that thing
I'm back in Cali, twistin' up the Cali
Palm trees and the breeze make
It feel like Maui
Guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel
When you 29 sittin' on 29 mil
I don't make up with bitches
I get me a new Cover Girl
One I can trust
No holes inside the rubber girl
I fuck all girls, tall ones, thick bitches
Drove my car down Broadway, hit switches
Been through Queens with 50 and Lamborghins
Drove through Texas in a brand new Lexus
GS shit, the best shit, I mess with'
The further I go down south
Better the sex get
But that's me, sippin' on Dom P
Blowin' Cali's finest
I don't mean palm trees
On three niggas meet me at the bar, bitches
Valet cars and come dance with a star
Better yet, I'm the american idol
Strapped with assault rifles pointed
At my rivals
My elevator goin' straight to the top
Nigga I won't stop
Diddy
Let's get it
What's a Bad Boy? Same as a goon
Before I step in the room you see
A sign sayin' "Diddy comin' soon"
Haters I'm still dancin'
Young, black and handsome
Sean Jean 2-piece smellin'
Better than Branson
New York Nicks court-side, nigga, AND1
I can stop making the bands, 'cause I am one
New York need me, Cali gave me a star
If you don't believe me; Hollywood boulevard
You can go there
If you ever need the D-I
Double D-Y B-A-D B-O-Y
Good in any hood, no vest, no.45
Got my man lookin' down on me from Bed-Stuy
Angels all around me flyin' over my lambo
And I never stop burnin' wax like a candle
Hottest nigga on the globe
With my yacht on cruise control
In my Louis Vuitton robe
Yeah
Bad boy collabo
J.R
Let's get it
Look, it's Keyshia Cole and
The black Kenneth Cole
Black Air One's, all black sole
I'm 'bout to take control like Janet
Dammit
Can't stand it
So So Def J.D can't handle it
Bust shots in L.A., bust shots in New York
Bust shots for Big and Pac
Puffin' his Newport
Crazy shit that happen when you
Mix rappin' with trappin'
Fuck around and get your wig pushed backwards
Twist up the Backwoods, blow that then
California license plate, you know that Benz
I'm focused like a Kodak lens
Park my Aston Martin by the garden
Tell 'em to hold that thing
I'm back in Cali, twistin' up the Cali
Palm trees and the breeze make
It feel like Maui
Guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel
When you 29 sittin' on 29 mil
I don't make up with bitches
I get me a new Cover Girl
One I can trust
No holes inside the rubber girl
I fuck all girls, tall ones, thick bitches
Drove my car down Broadway, hit switches
Been through Queens with 50 and Lamborghins
Drove through Texas in a brand new Lexus
GS shit, the best shit, I mess with'
The further I go down south
Better the sex get
But that's me, sippin' on Dom P
Blowin' Cali's finest
I don't mean palm trees
On three niggas meet me at the bar, bitches
Valet cars and come dance with a star
Better yet, I'm the american idol
Strapped with assault rifles pointed
At my rivals
My elevator goin' straight to the top
Nigga I won't stop
Diddy
Let's get it
What's a Bad Boy? Same as a goon
Before I step in the room you see
A sign sayin' "Diddy comin' soon"
Haters I'm still dancin'
Young, black and handsome
Sean Jean 2-piece smellin'
Better than Branson
New York Nicks court-side, nigga, AND1
I can stop making the bands, 'cause I am one
New York need me, Cali gave me a star
If you don't believe me; Hollywood boulevard
You can go there
If you ever need the D-I
Double D-Y B-A-D B-O-Y
Good in any hood, no vest, no.45
Got my man lookin' down on me from Bed-Stuy
Angels all around me flyin' over my lambo
And I never stop burnin' wax like a candle
Hottest nigga on the globe
With my yacht on cruise control
In my Louis Vuitton robe
Yeah