| Yeah
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| Bad boy collabo
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| J.R
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| Let’s get it
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| Look, it’s Keshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole
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| Black Air one’s, all black soul
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| I’m 'bout to take control like Janet
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| Damnit, can’t stand it
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| So so def J. D can’t handle it
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| Bust shots in LA, bust shots in new york
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| Bust shots with Big and Pac, Puff in his new core
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| Crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin with trappin
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| Fuck around and get your wig pushed backwards
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| Pushed off the backboards
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| Blow dat thing
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| California license plate, u know that Benz
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| I’m focused like a Kodak lens
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| Bought my Aston Martin by the garden
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| Told em hold that thing
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| I’m back, king cali
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| Twistin up the cali
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| Palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui
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| I guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel
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| When your 29 sittin on 29 mil
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| I don’t make up with bitches I get me a new Cover Girl
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| One I can trust no hoes inside the rubber girl
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| I fuck all girls tall ones, big bitches
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| Drove my car down broadway, big switches
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| Been through Queens with 50 and Lambourghins
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| Drove through texas in a brand new lexus
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| G.S shit, the best shit, I mess with
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| The further I go down south the better the sex get
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| But that’s me sippin on Don P
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| Blowin cali’s finest, I don’t mean palm trees
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| Want green? |
| niggas meet me at the bar
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| Bitches valet cars and come dance with a star
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| Better yet, I’m the american idol
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| Strapped with assault rifles pointed at my rivals
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| My elevator goin' straight to the top nigga I won’t stop
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| Diddy, let’s get it
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| What’s a bad boy? |
| same as a goon
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| Before I step in the room
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| You see a sign sayin: Diddy comin soon
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| Haters I’m still dancin, young, black and handsome
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| Sean Jean 2 peice smellin better than blessin
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| New York Nicks, courtside, nigga And1
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| I can stop making the bands, cause I am one
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| New york need me, Cali gave me a star
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| If you don’t beleive me; |
| hollywood boulevard
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| You can go there
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| If you ever need the D. I double D. Y, B.A.D B.O.Y
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| Good in any hood, no vest, no 45
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| Got my man lookin down on me from best star
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| Angels all around me
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| Flyin over my lambo
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| And I never stop burnin wax like a candle
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| Hottest nigga on the globe
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| Got my yacht on cruise control in my Louis Vuitton robe, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song American Dream , by - The Game. Song from the album The Blackwall Street, Vol. 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп