Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Dreaming, artist - Coo Coo Cal. Date of issue: 17.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Dreaming |
| It’s in the middle of the night of writing pages of this fool shit |
| I dreaming I got a mansion up in my pool lit |
| Drunk, which I’m cool wit |
| Bitches and techs on the deck |
| Hoes serving up champaigne not because of this game |
| Because I’m signin' their checks |
| We gettin' service underwater fag |
| Workers runnin' in-and-out |
| Buildin' up their clout, and I’m frontin' quarter slabs |
| Drop Jags in the driveway on hundred spokes |
| The workers like to floss me in front of hoes but they don’t really though |
| Folks (?) at the front door wit uzis |
| Haters and coochies |
| Out to protect the flake and loochie |
| Fools be trippin' to see me climbin' up |
| Yeah nigga, clean as a bitch if you ain’t trippin' about no dime and dust |
| Findin' us ain’t hard, we ain’t never ran |
| Niggas gotta betta plan |
| Help that thang ain’t bust fo the cheddar man |
| Who’s got the betta hand, I do so I’m pullin' the trigga |
| My mouth is big, but my nuts are bigga |
| *in the background of chorus |
| You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| Niggas walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| You can have it if you don’t, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| It’s in the middle of the day |
| I’m gettin' drunk playin' the Play Station |
| Look at the time a playa’s wastin' |
| Knowin' I need to be out paper chasin' |
| Wastin' time while my niggas do it |
| Caught up by the feds |
| But in my head I break 'em out, and it ain’t shit to it |
| Call up the real niggas that’ll hit the prisions and buck it up |
| Don’t even attempt to tell the fake, cuz they’ll just straight fuck it up |
| Straight through the front do' wit techs |
| Bringin' hella cops |
| Get back to mailin' rocks |
| And take us to his cellblock |
| We’ll leave the warden in the dorm as a sittin' duck |
| So if the gay wanna go astray, then let them fags fuck |
| Me and my whodi often outtie up in a Lexus Coupe |
| Throwin' blows at eachother to grab a tech to see who’s next to shoot |
| Floot the gas and lit the ass up on the tower guard |
| Drove the coupe thru the fence and got the paint scared |
| But hard-time we just ain’t havin' |
| Me and my niggas is coast-to-coast |
| For proposin' a toast, buckin' it back back |
| *in the background of chorus |
| You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| Niggas walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| You can have it if you don’t, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| It’s bright and early in the mornin' |
| I’m sittin' down eatin' bacon and eggs |
| Thinkin' about fakin' the feds |
| Openin' up shop nigga, makin' the bread |
| Some like a top shop |
| Wit a drop-top and the whole bit |
| Imagine a broke nigga strugglin' wit some bawla shit |
| Now all them hoes that wouldn’t give action and holdin' your jock tight |
| Just grip the switch and drop the ass at the stoplight |
| Just smash off on 'em, let 'em see you dip the corner |
| That’ll tell that bitch you don' got rich and you don’t really want 'em |
| Now I was payin' attention |
| And eyes was squinchin' from the gold spokes |
| Not even the mention |
| Of the third demension, charmin' and gold to roll |
| See folks look, we don' came up but on the downlow |
| Somebodies accuse of clowin' hoes, fuck it «Blame Us!» |
| Cuz we don' been there and done that |
| Got gin, squares, and 1 strap |
| Shakin' the pussy till they come back |
| Like llello, hey hoe, you know the routine |
| Drop them draws, so all my folks can scoupe this dream… bitch |
| *in the background of chorus |
| You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| Niggas walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin' |
| You can have it if you don’t, when you ghetto dreamin' |