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Tytuł: American dream

  • Wykonawca: Nelly
  • Wy¶wietleń: 186

  
   Chorus:
  Yo we be out man, fukin it up for erbody
  I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started
  Keep the tie man, its the amerrican dream
  I'm just participating, my participation is game
  
  Yo we be out man, fukin it up for erbody
  I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started
  Keep the pie man, its the amerrican dream
  I'm just participating, my participation is game
  
  Nelly:
  Im in this one one for the hotel, motel holidae inn
  Super A red and the rits call tins
  All my niggaz who tryin to ball, my niggaz ballin
  All my sodiers and generals errbody faillin
  Stop stallin, pick up the phone and call in
  Tell your boss you ain't gon make it to work in the mornin'
  And why you explainin' go ahead and throw a coffin
  And kindly explain that this won't happen often
  But im lost and im amazed im be willing ingaige
  I’ll rage that niggaz think that derrty don't need a cage
  I should be put on display for the display i displayin
  Half you niggaz is dyin and all the rest are decaying
  Im doin tracks in motels, steady rockin girls bells
  Kinda like a young elvis, I aint in nellyville
  I never squeal, not the type to kiss and tell
  But if I catch u in the shower I might kiss your tell
  
  Chorus
  
  Ali:
  Now as I blast off, Kweezie writtin movies rollin took that nass off
  Mostly leader will be a numba runnas, ass off
  I had every with deerty even, got a nascar
  And you know we fucked up at it boss
  Aiyo my radar read, maps in japanese
  Clap at gs smack em back on there E's
  Drop on wacks, simple facts that rap needs
  And its awlays kris I miss and rap trees
  And I got my game, I said I got my game
  From the og's, smokin reefer moonshine
  Poppin oldies, but the whole plane change
  Yo you know me, shipped in from cali got it home
  Cops and goldies, then we smash some ass
  Free autotericoop call nasa to do the numbers
  All the freshman from the vocals started firin’ the booth
  Got more whips and chains, then im a start in roots
  
  Kyjuan:
  Ali I’m sick of ballin, unnecessary phone callin
  Man down pimp in distress, I think I’m fallin
  For anything but the okie doke, Im old school
  Like her and bonz and nukee ropes I cant stand them groupie folks
  They want me to turn around like this is hokie poke
  They want to break me down like erv before I choke
  Im not a jack at all im quick draw mcgraw
  And number 20 on the lakers couldn’t hold me yahl
  Im climbin over yahl im still scorin
  85 percent of yahl awake but still snoring
  Got knowledge yourself and now my style is much older now
  We derrty ent we all we got we hold it down
  I’m feelin cooler than cool, my wrist colder wow
  If theres a fashion king then I deserve the crown
  Im u city, you dressin up im dresisn down
  And u keep messin up, me and your girl gon be messin around
  
  Chorus
  
  Murphy Lee:
  
  Aiyo im fresh out the gate, from the Lou with a grammy in my rezzie
  Nelly bought me a prezzie with a diamond in the bezzie
  Chicks taugh me how to walk, so when I run I’ll be ready
  Females fans sayin that im there baby daddy WHOA
  More attention then Justin and Janet
  How I Midwest swing and how St Louis ram it
  Deerty ent dammit, got more bread than a sandwich
  And my writst got more nuggets than Carmello and Camby
  Look, I’m from the Lou and I’m important like the arts
  So tours look for me like an important part
  Find your talent use your talent get your money
  Or don’t find your talent and don’t use it and stay bummy
  But that don’t owe me cause I built it from scratch
  My next shit is a house with a house in the back
  Man I’m been while since middle school
  I was that little dude that been round more waist lines than hoola hoops
  
  Chorus