ain't splitin this cream [Big L] Check It! To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dream Big L's a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteen
Traduzione: Big L. American Dream.
Arabia e Dio, se scopava... e Mery mi ha chiesto la strada, lo svicolo, il ponte, l'imbuto e poi si e sorpresa, correva? Guardava le stelle? L'America
'American Dream bombe sul pentagono come i Primal Scream non serve stream per seguire l'accaduto tutto il lutto minuto per minuto volevano un tributo di sangue e mo ce l
lost his life cause he was slippin', flossin' and frontin' The S on his chest like he was Super Slob or somethin' S-L-O-B K-I double L-A That Slob is
got to get your own scheme, we ain't splittin' this green [Big L] Check It To be seen clean in the mean Beam' is every teens dream Big L, Supreme Fiend
(feat. Big L, Fat Joe, O.C.) [O.C.] Majestic, double-breasted, shine like diamonds, illustrious Rainbow glow, charismatic, my crew's the fattest fans
in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads to tips of our toes We're untouchable Everyday the sun'll shine Took this dream and made
I'm gonna shine like the Bat sign, chill on a beach, I'm reclined But for now I just spit up all these mad rhymes I'm gonna be POP-U-L-A-R Be chauffeured in big
daddy built that house and when he got drunk he almost killed that house is this the american dream, or the american scheme? that got me walking in these american
old gangsta shit (gangsta shit) I step up in the club so fresh and so clean clean (clean clean) Maxout, and Mafia the american dream team (dream team) Big
SoulStice) [Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big
heart I'm ridin' down the range like a good, good, good, good cowboy I do what I say and say what I mean Try to get a grip on the American dream Sunrise
glory didn't make me believe that in america I never had to worry Cupid wasn't stupid but never was Numb and Yuck it was all dreams and wishes, game
in America [Chip Dirty:] nigga mothafuckers poor in America [MC Ren:] They say you can't smoke bud in the America [Bigg Rocc:] we puff a big bud in the
niggas eye sight Wal mart stops in 87 like damn right My wrist stay glistening Two birds kissing I'm sick of all this money somebody call a physician in The american dream
Alright (Repeat 28X) [Hook] Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American Dream Don't everybody like the taste of
next on the mike is my man hank come on, hank, sing that song check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the code
