Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreams, artist - Grand Puba. Album song Understand This, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: E1
Song language: English
Dreams |
Uh, uh, yeah, ya-yeah |
Ready, ready, ready, ready, uh |
Now everybody wants to be rich (Yeah) |
Nobody wants to be poor (Uh huh) |
Every day ya hope ya hit the lotto (Uh) |
So you don’t have to slave no more (Yeah, yeah) |
In the hood we flip things to them fiends (Uh huh) |
Cause even hood niggas got dream (Yeah) |
Every day we get caught up in the struggle (Uh) |
So we can live life, love, and bubble |
Some jump up in the music game to get the green |
Some do the acting thing to blow up on the movie screen |
Some play ball hope they’re drafted by a pro team |
Some say «man I’ma play the hood and serve the fiends» |
Some go to school and after that do that college thing |
Some drop out, get high, play the hood and bang |
Some do the Wall Street, investors, stocks and bonds |
Some don’t do shit and still home chilin' with their moms |
Some move faster, get their Master’s |
Doctors, lawyers, self-employors |
Some do Mickey-D's or some food spots |
Some be radio jocks and slice niggas at barber shops |
You got blue-collar cats, you got white-collar cats |
You got no-collar cats tryin' to stack a stack |
You got cats who spend all day sippin' |
And you got cats who just layin' back pimpin' |
Now you got some who play the store and boost gear |
And you got some who hustle heads doin' here |
And you got some who secretary, bank tellers |
And you got some who just look good for they fellas |
You got some who’s independent, doin' they thing now |
And you got some who wanna be they just don’t know how |
You got some who babysit, daycare and shit |
And you got some who hate they job and wanna quit |
You got some who housewives, wanna stay at home |
And you got some who’s big bosses like Sylvia Rome |
You got some who shake for dollars, slide down a pole |
And you got some who stressed, playin' the mommy-daddy role |
You got some who spend their whole life savin' |
You got some who’s lookin' for that rest haven |
And you got some who tell that boss to kiss they ass |
And you got some who think makin' sellin' ends |
Somebody tried to tell you Heaven or Hell is when ya die |
Got chu' guessin' there’s a better place up in the sky |
See I see Heaven and Hell right here on this planet Earth |
But mostly Hell ever since my first day of birth |
I’ve seen Heaven from a distance, use my persistance |
Overcome resistance and get me some |
Ain’t no money trees sittin' outside ya front door |
Get up and handle yours if ya tired of bein' poor |