Street Dreams 1 (Album Version)
Lyle Mays"Street Dreams 1 (Album Version)" ist ein Song von Lyle Mays, 1988, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:36, 66 lines / 496 words.
Songtext
0:03"uh. what?! what?! uh."
0:04street dreams are made of these
0:05thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
0:08a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
0:11everybody's lookin' for somethin'
0:13street dreams are made of these
0:16shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
0:18who am i to disagree?
0:21everybody's lookin' for somethin'
0:29my man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
0:32headed for delaware wit' one change of gear
0:35nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
0:37wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave
0:40dollars and cents- a fugitive with two attempts
0:42jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
0:45though i'm innocent 'til proven guilty,
0:47i'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
0:50for real, g, i'ma fullfill my dream
0:53if i conceal my scheme, then precisely i'll build my c.r.e.a.m.
0:56the first trip without the clique
0:57sent the B***h wit' the quarter brick, this is it
0:59fresh face, ny plates, got a crooked eye for the jakes
1:04i want it all, armorall benz and endless papes
1:06f' god sake, what a n***a got to do to make a half million
1:10without the fbi catchin' feelin's
1:12street dreams are made of these
1:14thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
1:16a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
1:19everybody's lookin' for somethin'
1:22street dreams are made of these
1:24shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
1:27who am i to disagree?
1:30everybody's lookin' for somethin'
1:33from fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
1:35twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
1:38holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
1:40livin wit' moms, gettin it on, flushin' crack
1:43down the toilet- two sips from bein' alcoholic
1:45nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou from bein' rich but now i'm all for it
1:49my man saw it like dionne warwick
1:51a wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it
1:54the cartel, argentina coke with the nina
1:56up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
1:59trina got the fishscale between her
2:01the way the B***h shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
2:04she got me back livin' sweeter, fresh caesar,
2:07guess, david robinson's, walle' moccasins
2:09bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top b-m.
2:12"word is bond, son, i had that B***h down on my s**t like this."
2:14("uh. what? what? word?")
2:15street dreams are made of these
2:17thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
2:20a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
2:22everybody's lookin' for somethin'
2:25street dreams are made of these
2:28shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
2:30who am i to disagree?
2:33everybody's lookin' for somethin'
3:19street dreams are made of these
3:20thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
3:23a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
3:26everybody's lookin' for somethin'
3:29street dreams are made of these
3:31shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
3:34who am i to disagree?
3:36everybody's lookin' for somethin'
"uh. what?! what?! uh."
street dreams are made of these
thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
everybody's lookin' for somethin'
street dreams are made of these
shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
who am i to disagree?
everybody's lookin' for somethin'
my man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
headed for delaware wit' one change of gear
nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave
dollars and cents- a fugitive with two attempts
jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
though i'm innocent 'til proven guilty,
i'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
for real, g, i'ma fullfill my dream
if i conceal my scheme, then precisely i'll build my c.r.e.a.m.
the first trip without the clique
sent the B***h wit' the quarter brick, this is it
fresh face, ny plates, got a crooked eye for the jakes
i want it all, armorall benz and endless papes
f' god sake, what a n***a got to do to make a half million
without the fbi catchin' feelin's
street dreams are made of these
thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
everybody's lookin' for somethin'
street dreams are made of these
shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
who am i to disagree?
everybody's lookin' for somethin'
from fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
livin wit' moms, gettin it on, flushin' crack
down the toilet- two sips from bein' alcoholic
nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou from bein' rich but now i'm all for it
my man saw it like dionne warwick
a wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it
the cartel, argentina coke with the nina
up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
trina got the fishscale between her
the way the B***h shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
she got me back livin' sweeter, fresh caesar,
guess, david robinson's, walle' moccasins
bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top b-m.
"word is bond, son, i had that B***h down on my s**t like this."
("uh. what? what? word?")
street dreams are made of these
thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
everybody's lookin' for somethin'
street dreams are made of these
shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
who am i to disagree?
everybody's lookin' for somethin'
street dreams are made of these
thugs drop beemers wit' three-hundred e's
a drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
everybody's lookin' for somethin'
street dreams are made of these
shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
who am i to disagree?
everybody's lookin' for somethin'Übersetzung
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