Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Dream, artist - The Game. Album song The Blackwall Street, Vol. 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
American Dream |
Yeah |
Bad boy collabo |
J.R |
Let’s get it |
Look, it’s Keshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole |
Black Air one’s, all black soul |
I’m 'bout to take control like Janet |
Damnit, can’t stand it |
So so def J. D can’t handle it |
Bust shots in LA, bust shots in new york |
Bust shots with Big and Pac, Puff in his new core |
Crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin with trappin |
Fuck around and get your wig pushed backwards |
Pushed off the backboards |
Blow dat thing |
California license plate, u know that Benz |
I’m focused like a Kodak lens |
Bought my Aston Martin by the garden |
Told em hold that thing |
I’m back, king cali |
Twistin up the cali |
Palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui |
I guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel |
When your 29 sittin on 29 mil |
I don’t make up with bitches I get me a new Cover Girl |
One I can trust no hoes inside the rubber girl |
I fuck all girls tall ones, big bitches |
Drove my car down broadway, big switches |
Been through Queens with 50 and Lambourghins |
Drove through texas in a brand new lexus |
G.S shit, the best shit, I mess with |
The further I go down south the better the sex get |
But that’s me sippin on Don P |
Blowin cali’s finest, I don’t mean palm trees |
Want green? |
niggas meet me at the bar |
Bitches valet cars and come dance with a star |
Better yet, I’m the american idol |
Strapped with assault rifles pointed at my rivals |
My elevator goin' straight to the top nigga I won’t stop |
Diddy, let’s get it |
What’s a bad boy? |
same as a goon |
Before I step in the room |
You see a sign sayin: Diddy comin soon |
Haters I’m still dancin, young, black and handsome |
Sean Jean 2 peice smellin better than blessin |
New York Nicks, courtside, nigga And1 |
I can stop making the bands, cause I am one |
New york need me, Cali gave me a star |
If you don’t beleive me; |
hollywood boulevard |
You can go there |
If you ever need the D. I double D. Y, B.A.D B.O.Y |
Good in any hood, no vest, no 45 |
Got my man lookin down on me from best star |
Angels all around me |
Flyin over my lambo |
And I never stop burnin wax like a candle |
Hottest nigga on the globe |
Got my yacht on cruise control in my Louis Vuitton robe, yeah |