Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D.R.E.A.M., artist - Transplants.
Date of issue: 30.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
D.R.E.A.M. |
Drugs rule everything around me |
Fiend get the powder |
Drink another beer ya’ll |
I keep it underground, like showbiz and a. |
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Like Necro, cut you like Kid Capri |
They call me Diablo let the gun smoke |
Like Rakim say, kid I ain’t no joke |
I think when I’m not city scapin this |
If it’s a law kid, we be breakin' it |
2001 we making hits |
So one for the treble |
Two for the bass |
Three for the nights that puts a lump in your face |
The streets might said I could never do |
Catching motherfucking bullets for the crew |
I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas |
Catch a body and get high on my niggas |
The bitch back breaker rapping decapitant |
Diablo, eagles, MC eliminate |
What up playa? |
MC Slayer |
Kill you in your dreams, muffle your screams |
Put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend |
Reppin three letter which are D.M.S |
Spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest |
It’s Mr. hard to get along with |
You wanna write a song with |
Any given time you can catch me with a bomb bitch |
Think you catch me slipping? |
I think you better stop bitch |
I’ll slip like Sugar Shane and leave your motherfucking wig split |
Step back before you get smacked, no running from it |
You too, I’ll take you to school, you ain’t above it |
I stay raw, hardcore, have you screaming «no more»? |
Bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours |
Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King Gino |
You can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-ass stripper tied to my bed-post |
Looking like Alicia Keys on her knees, licking the bag, just for a freeze |
Ya know it’s me baby caught you scrapping like it’s nessesar |
Drinking, grab the coke, at the end of the bar |
We thug-killers, Ice Grill-as, who already out like a pack of gorillas |
You and your man get the fam, must be joking |
Must be the dust you be smoking |
Call you straight up Cho Cha I going to heavy metal smoke ya |
Stomp your ass like a roach-a |
Playing like ya moms, hit ya with the chancleta, Repa! |
Leading your man down to the coffin |
Trapped in a dazzel like Christopher Walken |
Now look who’s talking, set me off |
They’re dumb like a fuck with a cool-aid smile Danny Diablo, the devil’s child |
LA (rockin') |
The Queens (keep rockin') |
Transplants (rockin') |
Diablo (keep rockin') |