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Keep on Dreamin' (Jonathan Morning) · Usher (Usher) · Usher (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Indie Translations of Usher (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Usher and Friends, Vol. 2 (Usher) · Usher and Friends, Vol. 1-2 (Usher) · A Tribute to Usher [Big Eye] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Chartbuster Karaoke Gold: Usher (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Usher (Usher) · Tribute To Usher (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


symphin', they wanna be usher
Until they get they eyes n coffin closed by the usher
Them punches wont work you need more muster
Lord lay em down he need no
everywhere
Who need help, like you and me
A family was taken by a storm
And we just watched it on T.V.

If I could have one wish tonight
I would beg of us
of suckas

*** keep sinfin', they wanna be usher
Until they get they eyes and coffin closed by the usher
Them punches won't work, you need more muster
Lord,
keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
a-dreamin'
She dreamed them old southern dreams
She was the dreamest girl
The dreamest girl I most ever seen

Now, she dreamed I was kissin' her 
A-down by
[Chorus]
Well we're good old boys, we come from the Northern Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night by God! We
krazy krush and...
U got me day dreamin
U got a sister feenin
U got me think bout every word you'v ever said
dis krazy krush keeps foolin up my head
you wish for karma's a bitch
They shot him at 5 but he died at six
I'd rather be judged by 12 than to be carried by 6
What kind of ammo did they use?
bo in '95 
Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high 
Crackers tryin to give me time, and we ain't talkin 5 
Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my
have a brother coming out the pelly pants
If I gotta keep em looking at the way you belly dance
She got a cute portfolio, fast like a Nascar that she
him
See it on the bush let it burn like Usher

Click, click, bang you can end the discussion
Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore,
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen;
And this night, by God! We drank till
Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin', tryin' to make it by
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
the pink C-2, or the yellow 3-2-5
That's when I opened my eyes
I was dreamin', damn it was all a surprise
But it felt real, I hopped up in a wet chill
to put a load her
 shit up on her brain but you lame now its over
I keep her by mi side like a holster
I plan to make a full house and I anit talkin
with ya
I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
At least when you
This is how monster's function

Leave me alone
I ain't fuckin' with nobody

Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo
Have me
Let's go fellas, shower time's up in five minutes
Get those feet off the table, what do you think this is, home?

(This is bullshit, yo son let me
dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be
the country today
I had a dream the other night, and I
Was sittin' in my living room

Dozed off to sleep
So I start to dreamin'
I dreamed I walked in
Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant.
Yeah I'm from the ghetto,
Where old black women talk about they sugar level,
It's not unusual,

To see photos
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
me, but I got niggaz in New York 
Comin' kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee
Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
To scoop me,