Lyrics:
Guess it's just the big city blues
Someday I'll find me the dream that I'm after
I'll know her with only a glance
She'll make me smile
And she'll
Where I dream big but it never seem to fit me
Where I want it all but I never see any
N***** on corners just to see a penny
Then they ball so hard
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
need a medal case?
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
You got that mean-mug grill, that red in your eyes
That Ace of Spades, baby, talking big-boy size
Get
heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
need a medal case?
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
You got that mean-mug grill, that red in your eyes
That Ace of Spades, baby, talking big-boy size
Get
alone (on the mountain)
Weepin' my heart out 'til cold gray dawn (oh yeah)
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too (uh-huh)
Hopin' just by
Our childish trolls and freaks and giant demons
Sunday I hope you might come by
On a big white boat with the sails up high
Sunday I hope that you'll
As you walk him step by step back to the door
Having talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea
Soft leather, big feet, almond eyes
The kinds
Uh- thats right
Reality checkin on in
Street lights eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have alot of houses and cars
ZooWap all she sing, ay
And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap in her dreams, ay
Well he mad as fuck when they sex she scream for me, ay
Big ZooWap what these
ZooWap all she sing, ay
And he mad as fuck, big ZooWap in her dreams, ay
Well he mad as fuck when they sex she scream for me, ay
Big ZooWap what these
Shout out Pigeons and Planes
Shout out to Confusion, yeah
I mean it was a time you had to be there
Just kids with bright eyes and big dreams
Man
Me
I would be you
You would be me
We would be one
We would just fine
The ice caps wouldn't melting
and neither would I
I would just drive my big old
[CHORUS:]
Ridin blowin big sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop by on your block and wreck faces
Slammin door's open spaces looking good standing
die
But these days go by way too quick
I need a Gucci bag, some Saint Laurent
I'm talkin' big flossin'
Fine bitch, I'm rich
I'm talkin' big bossin'
I
Big plans, we got big big plans coming up in this mother fucka
Six hands, it was six hands when we came with mathed up off the cuff nigga
And that
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
window when I go to sleep
Want a better life for me and the whole team
I don't wanna push tree by the OZ
Go around the city ask people know me
Bitch,
with a little 'Bump N Grind'
Now that's what my man say
Sometimes I lay in my bed, and I dream of bein' hand-fed
I made the jam, with my man, about
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