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