Black Man's Dream

(album: Ashes To Ashes - 2010)

[Ludacris:]
Yeah Luda Ross time is running out nigga let's get it ooh

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride
Seat back man, cruising in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black man's dream

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride
Seat back man, cruising in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black man's dream

[Rick Ross:]
Punish all these niggas
Fucking all these bitches
Buying every diamond, every weapon in existence
Terminator X, I'm a public enemy
Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy
Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily
Sex, money, murder, I'm investing all my energy
Billionaire eventually, hustler of the century
Source cover, Man of the Year, envy me
One for the money, two for the hoes
Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose
Smile for your camera while your whole face froze
Stack up all them bodies I'mma whole case load
Middle of December I will melt your fucking snow
While my price is high, I get you dealt with for the low
Black man's World, white man drugs
No discrimination for my Mexican plugs

[Ludacris:]
See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride
Seat back man, cruising in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black man's dream

Check me out, it go one for the money
Two for the hoes
Three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose
Nigga roll it with precision and fuck an intervention
I'm the boss motherfucker don't need nobody permission
You can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens
Girl face upon my lap, now that's a head on collision
We find out who been snitching then these niggas come up missing
Yeah the chopper see right through it got X-ray vision
Now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen
Get your money then get out, you better make the right decision
Or you might be clanking metal maybe swimming with the fishes
But I guess it's do-or-die for these black man riches
So I bought myself a Rover and a Beemer for the Mrs
Chrome lips all on the whip and yeah that bitch be blowing kisses
Now some niggas may not like me 'cause I never flip the bird
But these niggas gon' respect me mark my motherfucking words

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride
Seat back man, cruising in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black man's dream

See I'm black man chillin with my black man stride
Seat back man, cruising in my black man ride
Making white man money
Supplying all the fiends
Yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black man's dream