Big Dreams

Cool & Dre

Back on the motherfuckin' Westside

L.A.X niggas... yeahhh...

Y'all know who the fuck I am...

I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear

Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?

Posted on the block in them black Airs

In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear

Yeah, that V12 is roarin'

Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then -

I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back

Give me a corner - let me serve

Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word

All I did was the switch the kitchens

Did some tracks on the birds...

Irv - Gotti know I'm a murderer

Half these niggas beefin' with me

I never heard of them

If I was the old me I would murda them

Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them

Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson

I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected

The whole world been waitin' on him

Here I come, droptop Phantom

I'm skatin' on 'em, look around

All the bitch niggas hatin' on him

Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big chains

Big pimpin', big money

Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams

Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams

Big Dreams... Dreams...

I get money like Junior Mafia used to

On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU

Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows

Baggin' up rocks the size of melons

That's when the fiends start tellin' you can

Catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock

Like Ellen!

Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga

Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga!

Cause when the sun come up - from behind the sea

Niggas see me behind the B

Ent. don't stand for entertainment

Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went?

To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence

And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!

Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?

No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!

The whole world been waitin' on him

Here I come, droptop Phantom

I'm skatin' on 'em, look around

All the bitch niggas hatin' on him

Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big chains

Big pimpin', big money

Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams

Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams

Big Dreams... Dreams...

Big cars, big wheels, big chains

Big pimpin', big money

Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams

Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams

Big Dreams... Dreams...

Yo Jay what it do nigga?

I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga

I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas

I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!

The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?

I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know

Whoever said "Game Over" musta had a hangover

Get money, my driveway sponsered by Range Rover

I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola

Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over

Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin'

The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin'

The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin' -

For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option

I'm back with Cool & Dre a.k.a. the monsters

And I got one word for you motherfuckers -

COMPTON!

The whole world been waitin' on him

Here I come, droptop Phantom

I'm skatin' on 'em, look around

All the bitch niggas hatin' on him

Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big chains

Big pimpin', big...