Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Cam'ron
My paper, yes, my paper
Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters"
Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker
Drop-driver, girl
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We
When God made you
He had a lot to do
In a day or two
You were my dreams come true
Soul searching eyes
I visualize
A girl with heaven in her
Time to count them blessings
Found my low
Found my high
Found my life
Found my low
Found my high
Found my life
Found my low
Found my high
Found my
I'm the coldest doing it If you ain't never seen me rock.
The way she twerk it like magic and she “I dream of Genie” hot.
Grant my wish like claddin,
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
you flexin'
Pull up on me yeah you make it
Dreaming on big yeah you flexin'
Living my dream living my dream I cover my tracks
Living my dream
give it up (yeah)
What it mean when she be jukin' in them juicy couture's
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
In my crown holder, she in her
girl
Baby you my dream girl
I could take you by the soul
I could make you my forever
I could give you all the love
That I've been hidding
In the crevise
My momma told me to dream big yeah kid
And from that day that's exactly what I did
Probably was about nine, around 89
Playing her O'Jays tape, song
chilling
Be at home chilling with my girl
Just a simple life
Pass the spliff she hit it twice
Now we feeling nice
Eating chicken over rice
Happy wife a happy
my conversations
Cooked with light sarcasm I mean salt
Well done and easily digestible
We are what we meat
I don't eat and watch unless it's Bob's
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
she was my girl
She used to be my girl
I must admit that she's a ten
Bet she didn't tell you 'bout way back then
When she was my girl
She used
gets giddy, when she see mans
'cause we share dreams and we got plans
We move stealth, we say f*** trends
Me & my girl, yeah we got it on lock
Riding'
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he cant drink?
The Doctor said:
about it I could go insane
Here we are as beautiful, I'm blown away
If this is a dream won't open my eyes
Am I asleep? No, I'm alive
I just can't
In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
Gettin' lit off, high on the great weed
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy
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
(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
put my aim at the tempo and try to figure how the rhythm go
From the high hats to the kick drum to snare hit then the finger snap then the head bobs
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
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