Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wet Dream, artist - WC & The Maad Circle. Album song Curb Servin', in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Wet Dream |
Snorin like a motherfucker, stretched on the couch |
Slobbin on my pillow and I’m droolin at the mouth |
And now I’m havin dreams cause I’m in a deep sleep |
But +I+ ain’t +Dream About+ no motherfucker named +Jeannie+ |
Shit was intense, it had me sweatin like crack |
Sorta like a horror flick for every motherfucker who dissed the black |
People was gettin done, we had em on the run |
Killin em all, one by one |
Cause niggas in the hood was finally gettin together |
No more set trippin, with cappin each other |
Brother to brother, hand in hand |
Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, ready for action and |
All you seen was niggas and knick-kickers |
Bailin on this mission, hesta coalition |
Checkin through the vicinity, for enemies |
And if we find any they gon' get treated like Reginald Denny |
Oooh, the shit was cooler than a motherfucker |
Never thought the day’d come when I could wear the other color |
Without gettin hit up, sweated or shot on the scene |
Sparked up, it had to be a dream |
But anyway, back to the — story |
That I’m, tossin — listen up when black folks are talkin |
Niggas was in the streets runnin wild |
And tied to this car it was Officer Colonel Colin Powell |
And bein that bitch-made's was the first to go |
Pete Wilson was on the side stripped out his clothes |
Tied to the back of a six-fo' |
And it was draggin his ass up and down El Segundo |
Uhh, now whassup nigga with the shit that you was poppin |
You ain’t bannin shit, motherfucker! |
Then told Colonel Powell to turn his ass over, and from the back |
They placed both of they hands down on his shoulder |
Surrounded by a gang of niggas he screamed loud |
«I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!» |
but they still fucked him doggystyle |
And that’s when my dream started gettin good |
My dick was rising and rising ready to break wood |
Cause now we lookin for the residence |
Thirty thousand gang members on our way to Washington |
And the National Guard couldn’t fuck with us |
Cause in my dream we had guns blowin up the helicopters |
Bailed in the White House, deep |
Caught you-know-who in his motherfuckin sleep |
You comin back with us to South Central that’s what we told him |
Before we stuffed him in the back of the low-low |
Got to the hood, now it’ssssON! |
Now it’s time for him to pay the piper, for doin us wrong |
Cause now the tables was turned and on the top we stood |
Robbin motherfuckers for they manhood |
And even the old folks was down, fuck em up, hang em high |
Is what they screamed out the crowd |
And that’s when I heard a gunshot |
And his body fell back and his brains went SPLAT |
Now here’s where I finally woke up |
Sittin in a puddle full of nut |
Heard a loud siren then I ran to the front |
Hopin ain’t nobody I know; |
they got the fuckin yellow tape up |
Damn, they laid my homey in the street |
Another victim of gang violence, created by the beast |
And to think just a minute ago |
Yo I was dreamin this bullshit ceased, we killed the real devil |
But I guess it was just my, imagination |
That one day we can all live as one |
Man fuck it, no matter how real it all seemed yo |
The shit was only a wet dream. |
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fuck this is back on again |