Street Dreams lyrics
by The Game
[Game]
n*ggas know when them hollows airin'
I'll turn your Antoine Walker to a throwback Robert Parish
With two holes under the Celtic
And you would think your Boston warm up jacket hot till the Desert Eagle melt it
I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it
Twenty with a baby face and sit on base like Kirby Puckett
You can't afford the new Bentley? f*ck it
Cop yay from Jay, the bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage
[Fabolous]
In my 'hood the slower you move the quicker they get you
Sometimes it's somebody in the click that be with you
That's why my vest is thicker to get through
And I keep two nine's on my shirt like di*kerson's sh*t do
I waste my breath when I'm bickering with you
I'd rather waste my techs till they flicker and hit you
You sick as my sh*t blue
And you ain't goin' nowhere for a while, a commercial where Snickers'll fit you, f*cker