As I await the end of day. Dream Lady... Dream Lady... And I await the end of day Till nighttime comes again to stay Dream lady... Dream Lady... Dream Lady
's have a orgee (What the hell y'all wanna do?) [2x] [VERSE 1] I fiend to hear the fly lady singin my shit My dream's like Martin Luther to be the King
you wanna go buy a Snapple That's pineapple I didn't have to even get my bling But I'm a rock it like the Dream, but don't call me Hakeem When I'm cmoing
of bread Call her Superbitch, love nice shit All the high price shit, the golden ice shit Wit the game to mack, no strings attached Type of bitch only rich niggas dream
they see my ride and they thinking that I make it rain Got a Cadillac car and a dream girl Merrily merrily, my life is a dream world Two miles an hour
now Cause I'm on my own two feet Moved outta my mama's house for good And now I'm addicted to the streets It's fast livin', that's what I was bread for
!) [Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self [Verse One: The Lady of Rage] I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up
Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self [Verse One: The Lady of Rage] I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust
Bilil breath dead prez ran a train on the green lady That green lady turned around and had a dream baby That dream baby was I That green lady was ma Follow
lady's fine She's still counting on you While you sip from the vines With your prosthetic view And though times are lean Somehow we're still alive In your waterfront dream
Ferrari while takin trips Compared to beer takin sips Sittin somewhere in a Camaro with racin strips Either way you embrace it Can't no amount of money or lady
sexy lady (yeah) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya) But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn Hey sexy lady
Hey yo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream More money, more problems, when I get it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder bread we can toast So fresh
Devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more Hollow full of bread With your husband dreaming
tell these mother fuckers As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true
coop V's got the ladies loopy Indulged in the world so we spend the paper loosely Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches My ice shine bright, break bread
the old lady who died and the nurse wept I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist But man does not live on bread
