| Yeah, dedicated to the dreamers
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| Kind of blue
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| Street dreams are made of these
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| At home and all across seas
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| It’s just what I see
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| Street dreams are made of these
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| Compton California stand up
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| It’s like we all got the same disease
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| Everybody’s lookin for something
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| Street dreams are made of these
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| Street dreams are made of these
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| Wake up, it’s just a dream
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| It’s just a dream
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| I spent most of my childhood wildin'
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| Watching my neighborhood dying
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| Don’t understand why I want it so bad
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| Just to be that guy
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| Flashy rings, the finer things
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| Man he had a Caddy it was emerald green
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| Came through the man it was so damn clean
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| Damn I got to get that before he leave
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| I know he got a crispy fresh twenty for me
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| Ey, my 14th birthday
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| Got a .357 and an NWA tape
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| Now I’m strong, let’s get paid
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| Got a little weed but I want some yay
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| And I remember what I heard my OG say |