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The Game

American Dream

 

American Dream

(albüm: The Face Of L.A - 2009)


Yeah
Bad boy collabo
J.R
Let's get it

Look, its Keyshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole
Black Air One's, all black sole
I'm 'bout to take control like Janet, dammit
Can't stand it
So So Def J.D can't handle it
Bust shots in L.A., bust shots in New York
Bust shots for Big and Pac, puffing his Newport
Crazy shit that happen when you mix rapping with trapping
Fuck around and get your wig pushed backwards
Twist up the Backwoods, blow that then
California license plate, you know that Benz
I'm focused like a Kodak lens
Park my Aston Martin by the garden, tell 'em to hold that thing
I'm back in Cali, twisting up the Cali
Palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui
Guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel
When you 29 sitting on 29 mil

I don't make up with bitches, I get me a new Cover Girl
One I can trust, no holes inside the rubber girl
I fuck all girls, tall ones, thick bitches
Drove my car down Broadway, hit switches
Been through Queens with 50 and Lamborghins
Drove through Texas in a brand new Lexus
GS shit, the best shit, I mess with'
The further I go down south, better the sex get
But that's me, sipping on Dom P
Blowing Cali's finest, I don't mean palm trees
On three niggas meet me at the bar, bitches
Valet cars and come dance with a star
Better yet, I'm the american idol
Strapped with assault rifles pointed at my rivals
My elevator going straight to the top, nigga I won't stop
Diddy
Let's get it

What's a Bad Boy? Same as a goon
Before I step in the room you see a sign saying "Diddy coming soon"
Haters I'm still dancing
Young, black and handsome
Sean Jean 2-piece smelling better than Branson
New York Nicks court-side, nigga, AND1
I can stop making the bands, 'cause I am one
New York need me, Cali gave me a star
If you don't believe me; Hollywood boulevard
You can go there
If you ever need the D-I-double D-Y B-A-D B-O-Y
Good in any hood, no vest, no.45
Got my man looking down on me from Bed-Stuy
Angels all around me flying over my lambo
And I never stop burning wax like a candle
Hottest nigga on the globe
With my yacht on cruise control, in my Louis Vuitton robe, yeah

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