Dreams Too lyrics

[Intro: Ras Kass]
That's some real sh*t
Sometimes I be watching, you know what I'm saying
The little videos and sh*t
I just be trying to imagine them b*tches f*ck faces, you know?
I can't help it dog, I got dreams too (what)
Yo Doo Wop, what's wrong with a n*gga?
Tell B.I.G. rest in peace

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
As I sit back relax, drinkin' Alizé and 'Gnac
And lust over R&B b*tches with wide gaps
I fantasize at night of runnin' up Lauryn Hill
Just to show her how "That Thing" really feel
It's really ill – what the dilly with T-Boz and Chili?
Rather have this big di*k than a big will
'Cause TLC know they love Scrubs
I'd f*ck Left Eye in the passenger seat of my man VW Bug
Wanna G Aaliyah, but Mya look flyer
BIG said she looked scary, but I'd still f*ck Mariah
Shanice was a piece, plus the pus*y is deep
Kelly Price look aight, but she to obese
To say the least
Veronica's skins is in the top ten
Don't need a dildo to break Monifah sh*t again
Deborah Cox is hot, let me lick that pus*y up
I had a crush on you since MTV 'The Cut'
What?
I'm just chinky eyed, chocolate, and cute
"The Girl Is Mine," me and Monica knockin' da boots
Ask Brandy too, crew
She like it rode from the back
Getting her braids pulled while her ass get smacked
Remember 'Fresh Prince', Tatyana Ali
Now she old enough for P, so now she old enough for me, homey
Late night with a fifth of JD's whisky
'Cause I gotta be p*ssy drunk to f*ck that b*tch Missy
[Chorus: Doo Wop, (Ras Kass)]
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back, I wanna hit that
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back, I wanna hit that
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back, I wanna hit that
(I'm just playing, peep what I'm saying)
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back, I wanna hit that

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
f*ck some Taco Bell, "Yo quiero Jennifer Lopez"
That ass, those legs? I'd switch my last name to Robles
It's true, I love 702
Divine got hazel eyes, bang 'em blind like Mr. Magoo
Erykah Badu is cool, but 'Dre is my dog
Got the Spice Girls taking turns hummin' my balls
Tell me what's the Total when the n*ggas attract
Kima and Keisha in a menagé with Pam and Da Brat
Had to escape Xscape, they was trying to rape me
Raven Symone is statutory, wait 'til she 18
I'd bang all 3 cuties from Blaque, believe that
Without make-up Elusion is wack, like two f*ckin Sleestak
Chante Moore fly though, but she probably know Tae-Bo
Destiny's Child is wild plus I want to try 4 – wait
Who's them five white b*tches wearing the pink?
Hah, my bad that's them n*ggas N'Sync
I'd bang Les Nubians from France to the Motherland
Stretch Mona Lisa like a rubber band with no rubber, man
Faith is off limits, but Mary J could get it
Them big ass lips known to cold suck a good didd-ick
Where lil black ass Sparkle? I like my chickens extra crispy
Slide down Whitney and her mom Sissy
But Bobby'd probably kill so chill
Have Tamia walking wobbly, stealing meals from Grant Hill
[Chorus: Doo Wop, (Ras Kass)]
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back I wanna hit that
(I'm just playing, listen to what I'm saying)
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back I wanna hit that
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back I wanna hit that
(I'm just playing, peep what I'm saying)
Where my b*tches at?
From the front to back I wanna hit that