Street Dreams - Bonus Verse
Uh, what? What?
(Uh, what?)
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear
Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave
Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty
I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.
The first trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes
God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?
Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat
25 to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back
Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein' alcoholic
Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich
But now, I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it
The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM
Word is bond, son (uh, what)
I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Ill designer fleece, studded marquise
A letter L on my car keys
Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
'Posters be Francesco and all these bets
Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute
Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision "Redrum"
Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian
Grand openings of barbershops and stock
My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto
Livin' like a Pablo
Papi like a poncho
Until the state patrollers pulled us over
Found the guns and the good
Had a nigga like, "Nas had to run through the woods"
I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'
Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'
Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
Now I'm back on it, climbin'
Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate
So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded
Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous
GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous
Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?
Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
(Uh, what?)
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear
Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave
Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty
I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.
The first trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
I want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes
God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?
Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat
25 to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back
Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein' alcoholic
Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich
But now, I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it
The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM
Word is bond, son (uh, what)
I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Ill designer fleece, studded marquise
A letter L on my car keys
Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
'Posters be Francesco and all these bets
Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute
Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision "Redrum"
Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian
Grand openings of barbershops and stock
My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto
Livin' like a Pablo
Papi like a poncho
Until the state patrollers pulled us over
Found the guns and the good
Had a nigga like, "Nas had to run through the woods"
I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'
Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'
Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
Now I'm back on it, climbin'
Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate
So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded
Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous
GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous
Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?
Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Credits
Writer(s): David Allan Stewart, Annie Lennox, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Nasir Jones
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