Fucc Dreamin’ the Same Dream lyrics

[Daz]
Reality, reality...

[Daz - Chorus 2x]
f*ck dreamin the same dreams
Bein down for the same team
Wether it seems to be reality it's just a dream
Why, eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die
When I walk down the streets, will I meet evil in disguise

[Daz]
Now I'm dreamin a new dream
Bein down with the Snoop team
Wether it seems to be reality, it's not a dream
And the colors I wear is do or die
If I git caught slippin will I meet evil up in disguise
So I pack a bigger strap, .32 round cap
With my mind tellin me no or should I peel this cap back
Cuz these hater ass n*ggas only out for my wealth
See I don't know what the future really holds for myself
And then I tell myself
"there's nowhere for me to turn"
When you f*cked up so many times you bound to learn
It's reality and fatality that you and your boys y'all wanna smoke me up
n*ggas wanna battle me, ya soul is lost
Neva-eva to be found
When my friends be around when they rest me in the ground
We blast for the cash, bashin for green
Life ain't what it seems, n*ggas full of horrible dreams
Dat n*gga Daz is on the mash again
Yeah, it's Dillinger with a fifth of Hen
Livin in a world of sin
Will my composer ever be the same
Give it to you like it is, f*ck playin them games
I wanna f*ck yo b*tch cuz I wanna bust a nut
But you silly ass b*tches wanna get me caught up
But it's hard to survive in 2005
But I got 2005 ways just to let a n*gga die
It's all about controversy
The same ass n*ggas out to work me
It's the same b*tch n*ggas out to hurt me
My closest road dog said he won't switch sides
He said he'd represent it till the f*ckin day that he'd die
He know he lied cuz n*ggas who live wrong is bound to live a short life
When you perish ya go to hell for the sh*t you didn't do right
Will money be the rule of my destruction
Without the money I can't even seem to function
It shows me what money is capable of
Now my worstest enemies, I show 'em no love
Buy me some Hennesy, I need some Hennesy
From Long Beach to Atlanta, back to Tennessee
I'm not the age of being a man of eatin ham
f*ck stamps, 16 Compton g's in my hand
Let ya to the older n*ggas who started this sh*t (Long Beeeeach!)
Now I got my own crew hoppin in respect (Dogg Poooound)
Like to cook it, blow it up, double and triple my profit
Now every dope dealer wanna cop it
Becuz I got the bomb and I ain't goin back
So everybody draw down n*gga draw out ya strap

[Daz - Chorus 2x]

[Daz]
Yeah
f*ck dreamin the same dreams
Waitin on the motherf*cker to help you out ya bullsh*t all the time
Take your life to your own destiny
If you f*cked up you did it on your own
Don't let another motherf*cker f*ck you up
Take time, think
Be about yourself
Yeah
f*ck dreamin the same dreams