Lyrics:
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
(both)
I dream away all my troubles of the day
I dream dream of the day
Where my troubles lay to waste
I dream of a way
Of a way I could seize
here nigga
You better believe it, you better believe it
You better believe it (my money don't fold, I'm gettin' this dough)
You better believe it,
Shoulders been feeling like boulders
It's time that I shake up and ease up the load
I live by the code so I'm gonna sell
But know that my soul will not be
says, baby, yeah
Baby, you're that girl, that girl, that girl, that girl
That girl she's a sugar-sweet drive by
Hold my dreams in her blue jeans oh my
There's this girl I know raised on rock and roll
Fishnet fire and lace right up in my face
She's got New York down, says she'll show me round
She's my
Manhattan's old Broadway...
But there's one place you can't replace
that's always on my mind
CHORUS
When distant shores seem so near
And old palms sprawl by
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
from Manhattan
She cool for a girl with Japan
She wanna know where I be, she into holding my hands
I don't think you understand, music's my only demand
dedicate to the girl I hate
It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate
So yo go ahead swinger I'm putting up my middle finger
I'm not sad or mad I
Little boy you could dream
Little girl, you could
You, uh, you could dream
Little boy, you could dream
Yea
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on,
Went out ta LA and slept on the beach
Just Santa Monica and me and my dreams
Woke up in the sand next to the pier
To someone picking up trash by my
eat Pringles, I stack all my chips (my chips)
In Manhattan I smoke by the zip (dope)
Yeah
Out in France I make her suck my oui oui (oui oui)
, Girls, Girls
[Silkk The Shocker]
My girls look, let's get it crackin'
It don't take much, let's make it happen
She thinkin' we gettin' on tha highway
I'm
My days been feeling longer
Should've realized you were my dream girl the way I dream about you
The days we spent together went by fast, they felt kind
beautiful ring
Ah ohh ah ooh
I feel all the others have a story to tell
They've been through troubles and living in hell
But me I love my folks, a girl
money and no white
I had this white girl who work for me wipin pipe
Livin' by the sword, a hundred niggaz daily
Who get on board and kill for some
(Rockstar inna fastcar)
I don't know how to feel, Girl of my dreams and she looks so real.
I don't know how to feel, Girl of my dreams and she
on a string
And I was just about hitting my stride
A couple barrel aged manhattan's on my side
When I tell Ed I'll join him, it's usually a lie
But I was just
the guys split to kiss the Lizzie's ass
At call of the shining stars
The warriors hypnotized by the brilliant light
Ooh ooh bitches offbeat
Ooh ooh smack my
with each passin' day
For love of what I've left behind
These city lights can't dim the memory of Tipperary on my mind
Manhattan's tall but not
up, watch her
In my Crown Holder she in her Republic jeans
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
Lil? ma, what's up? I see you in the party
Now you
that gin passing out and passing in
I knew a girl named Catherine, taught me all about my sin
We don't let any members in, 'less their family or their
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