big l - american dream (demo version) lyrics
[intro: big l]
ugh, ugh, ugh yeah
the nfl crew and the children of the corn
comin’ straight from money makin’ manhattan
a.k.a. harlem, the home of the hustlas
you know how we do, yeah
[verse 1: herb mcgruff]
yo
crooked, corrupt, criminal crime boss with cream
cocaine hustla, blowin’ out the brains of bustas
be in my mansion, chillin’, inhalin’ ganja smoke
countin’ mad cream, weighin’ tons of c-ke
guarded by thugs and rockweilers
i flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars
n-gg-s get plugged when my glock hollers
skunk smoka, phillie and owl rippa
cristal sippa, i’ve been a w-lly for a while n-gg-
gruff got hoes, the man wit’ all the nachos
expensive, hot clothes, drop top rolls
east coast, west coast, fiends overdose
gruff get the cream with my team, then i’m ghost
[verse 2: murda mase]
this money be tempin’ me to jump out the mpv
empty three, clips o’ hollow tips wit’ no sympathy
since fourteen, i sold morphine for more green
kept dope in the nautica coat, under the drawstring
and watched out for cops, squad cars and beemers
and larger ninas, flee the country to argentina
laid back in the beach, yeah, coastin’ with commuters
smokin’ the buddahs, on the cruise line boat to aruba
for a while yo, pump the vial so, i can pile dough
then become a harlem kingpin, just like al po’
get paid so, i can lay low, in san diego
with yayo and ship it out whenever i say so
[hook: big l + killa kam]
yo, makin’ that money’s the american dream
east coast, to west coast, you know what i mean
whether it’s uptown, downtown, you pick the scene
you got to get your own scheme
we ain’t splittin’ this green
[verse 3: killa kam]
and in florida, its cam’s orlando
lyric soprano, me and my cuban connection fernando
sellin’ bags of camo, streets be ran with ammo
see me late night, take flight
i’m droppin’ troops eight flights
hold my blade tight, forced to do wrong to make right
and being with a few pays, ‘cos one, two days
i come off like toupées
girls and bouquets cooking me gourmet soufflès
and life is like an obstacle, so often i just pop and pull
n-gg-s like to act, that’s why i make sure that the glock is full
reporters shootin’ photos of killa shootin’ the glock, i’m loco
drinkin’ vodka dolo, sellin’ yayo in acapulco
so hall of fame, without the fortune, god d-mn you wrong
killa kid kama’ron, survivin’ in the amazon
[verse 4: bloodshed]
yo, i leave you dazed and froze
with all kinds of amazing flows
money surrounded, i count it, while bathing with asian hoes
back home n-gg-s is after me
i’m p-ssed the sea, sippin’ daiquiris
c-ke in factories, fiends baggin’ up crack for me
from cuttin’ up rocks to investin’ in stocks
nautica yachts and knots bustin’ outta my socks
now that blood’s paid and chubby all the ladies love me
they hate who made me hubby
behind my back they say my baby’s ugly
each night i sleep with freaks with lamborghini jeeps
neighbors be sneakin’ peeks, at how my s-m-n leaks, between the sheets
mess up my loot, i’ll cut your collar swine
cause these is modern times and the only thing i see is dollar signs
[hook: big l + killa kam]
yo, makin’ that money’s the american dream
east coast, to west coast, you know what i mean
whether it’s uptown, downtown, you pick the scene
you got to get your own scheme
we ain’t splittin’ this green
[verse 5: big l]
check it!
to be seen clean in the mean beem’ is every teen’s dream
big l’s a cream fiend, with more green than springsteen
i get the women loose, quicker than gin and juice
sometimes i’m on some jiggy sh-t, sportin’ gators and linen suits
suave and calm, droppin’ bombs like saddam
my harm is strong arm toms, like john the teflon don
you know i’m crazy quick to smack a groupie
i’m known to mack a hoochie
do i got stacks of lucci? (absolutely.)
word i’m set for the rest o’ my life
some clown that laid a threat cause i had s-x with his wife
i stuck my tool to his brain, said ‘act a fool and get slain
n-gg-, your b-tch chose me, you know the rules to the game’
[hook: big l + killa kam]
yo, makin’ that money’s the american dream
east coast, to west coast, you know what i mean
whether it’s uptown, downtown, you pick the scene
you got to get your own scheme
we ain’t splittin’ this green
yo, makin’ that money’s the american dream
east coast, to west coast, you know what i mean
whether it’s uptown, downtown, you pick the scene
you got to get your own scheme
we ain’t splittin’ this green
[outro: big l]
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