Search results for 'get outta my dreams get into my car by billy ocean' Page #4

Big Dreams

Game

Crack Addiction LA

2008

dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams

I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school ten thousand in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind

Best Hustler

Master P

Ghetto Bill (The Best Hustler In The Game, Vol. 1)

2005

livin it's about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me?

[Master P]
I stole my first car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I seen the police I

Nah, what you get outta
Outta not writing your stuff down
On paper, you get the
More you know theexpression
The feeling yourself you know what
You

Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split

fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from outta Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get

waited
Stepped into my car before the sun because my mind delayed it
Every day was faded
Chevy towed behind on payments
Scared of cancer so I say but

sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' outta control

This ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance
So take me to this

Always needing a job is starting to drive me insane
Would all the gears just stop, if I ran out for the trees

I'm toppled by giants in my dreams
They gun

hear me calling? 
I can't see the sky from this hole how did I get this empty so far from my soul?
I had to step out of my body and into one with

Need to get into the limelight
I'm so tired of fucking waiting
All this time that I been wasting
Anxious round my room I'm pacing
Got me losing all my

smoke up and smoke Out
They calling me the Billy Goat Now
Goat I'm the goat
I'm so iced out bitch I'm fuckin Cold
Where my coat
I'm fuckin froze
From my

Intro:

Still strugglin, still hustlin, tryin to get my money on
Fresh outta retirement, you know I ain't tryin to fall off,
Too $hort records, we

Dreamchasers

Beanie Sigel

Dream Chasers

2011

I'ma chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fuck but then I seen
High definition to get whats forever given
But

really need a ladder, chair or a step stool
To get my ass outta this dreadful pit that I'm in, this shit is stressful
I may have had too many Red Bull's
My

I didn't have
This mission started
Or prophesied yet i wasn't sure that
I was ever gonna get clean until I got
Into a car accident that changed my

about the pack than I do keepin outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag it'll make me

Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag,

the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the Lord
I have

were finally together with Kyla, it feels like a dream
They're 'bout drive off into the sunset
But den Kyle he walks over the car
Before Shiro gets

stick by my side, you can't swim in that ocean lil nigga on hoe shit 
Shit get major like nine, I can hold my emotions my thoughts they be lonely 
Take

a long long way
Rolling all alone in my car, girl, I think of you
Can’t get you outta my mind, oh baby 
I think about you all the time, oh girl
Can’t get

the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot uhh

Tell em I got plenty arson to sell em
Heat by the fleet displaying it very seldomly

Blue Lines

Massive Attack

Blue Lines

1991

well, it seems as such
Beautiful thoughts means I dream too much
Even if I told you, you still would not know me
Tricky never does, Adrian mostly gets

my blind could see
Yeah, when rock and roll found me

I was a nowhere new town
Do what your daddy do town
Don't dream big town
Born to get outta