歌：Nas, R.Kelly
作詞：ANNIE LENNOX, DAVE STEWART, NASIR JONES, SAMUEL BARNES, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER
作曲：ANNIE LENNOX, DAVE STEWART, NASIR JONES, SAMUEL BARNES, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER
発売：2023-02-04 08:58:27
CHORUS:
street dreams are made of these
niggas pishin' bimas and 300 e's
a drug dealer's destiny is reaching
the keys
everybody's looking for something
street dreams are made of these
shorties on their knees, for niggas
with big g's
who am i to disagree
everybody's looking for something
my man put me up for the share, on fourth of a square
headed for delaware, with one change
of gear
nothing on my mind, but the dime sack we blazed
with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
dollars and cents, a fugitive with
two attempts
jakes had no trace of the face
now they drew a print
though i'm innocent till proven guilty
i'm gonna try to get filthy, purchase
a club
and start up a realty
for real g, i'm fulfill my dream
if i conceal my scheme
then precisely i'll build my cream
the first tip without the clique, sent
the bitch
with the quarter brick, this is it
fresh face, n.y. plate
got a crooked eye for them jakes
i want it all, armorall benz
with endless papes
for god's sakes what a nigga got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catchin' feeling
CHORUS:
from fat cat to pappy
niggas see the cat, 25 to flat
push a thousand feet back
holding gats wasn't making me fat
snitches on my back
living with my moms, getting it on
flushing crack down the toilet
two sips from being alcoholic
nine hundred ninety nine thou
for being rich but now i'm all for it
my man saw it like dionne warwick
a wiser team, for a wiser dream
we could all score with
the cartel argentina coke with the nine
up in a hotel smoking on sesamina
trina got the fish scale between her
the way the bitch shook her ass
yo the dogs never seen her
she got me back living sweeter
fresh caesar
guess, david robinson, wally moccasins
bitches blow me while hopping in the drop top bm
word is born son, i had the bitch down on my shit like this
CHORUS:
blowing up projects struck, looking for luck dreaming
scoping, the large niggas beaming
check what i'm seeing
cars, ghetto stars pushing i'll europeans
g-ing, heard about the old timers o-d-ing
young early 80's
throwing rocks at the crazy ladies
worshipping every word, these low
rocking niggas gave me
the street raised me up, giving a fuck
i thought jordans and a gold chain was living it up
i knew the dopes, the pushers the addicts everybody
cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink notty
ain't that funny getting put on to crack money
with all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry
a case of beers in the staircase i
wasted years
some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as their career
but i'm a rebel stressing to pull out
of the heat no doubt, when jeeps
jetted out
spinning, never holding out
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