Song | Big Dreams |
Artist | The Game |
Album | Ultimate R & B 2008 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Cool and Dre | |
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside | |
L.A.X niggas, yeah | |
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'ma murderer | |
Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them | |
If I was the old me I would murder 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 â€~cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them | |
Big cars, big wheels, big chain | |
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 ten thousand 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 | |
â€~Cause when the sun come up from behind the sea | |
Niggas see me behind the B | |
E N T, 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 â€~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 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, ‽The Game overâ€, musta had a hangover | |
Get money, my driveway sponsored 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 and 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 â€~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 | |
You was wrong, mama | |
Shit, I love you but I'm still smokin', I love you, mama | |
Chronic 2001 [Incomprehensible], motherfuckers | |
Dr. Dre started it, I just finished it | |
I mean, [Incomprehensible] with a big homie that far | |
Feel me, I do |
Cool and Dre | |
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside | |
L. A. X niggas, yeah | |
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' ma murderer | |
Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them | |
If I was the old me I would murder 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 chain | |
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 ten thousand 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 | |
Primetime, 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 | |
E N T, 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 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, The Game over, musta had a hangover | |
Get money, my driveway sponsored 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 and 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 money | |
Big dreams, dreams, dreams | |
Big dreams, dreams, dreams | |
Big dreams, dreams | |
You was wrong, mama | |
Shit, I love you but I' m still smokin', I love you, mama | |
Chronic 2001 Incomprehensible, motherfuckers | |
Dr. Dre started it, I just finished it | |
I mean, Incomprehensible with a big homie that far | |
Feel me, I do |
Cool and Dre | |
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside | |
L. A. X niggas, yeah | |
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' ma murderer | |
Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them | |
If I was the old me I would murder 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 chain | |
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 ten thousand 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 | |
Primetime, 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 | |
E N T, 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 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, The Game over, musta had a hangover | |
Get money, my driveway sponsored 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 and 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 money | |
Big dreams, dreams, dreams | |
Big dreams, dreams, dreams | |
Big dreams, dreams | |
You was wrong, mama | |
Shit, I love you but I' m still smokin', I love you, mama | |
Chronic 2001 Incomprehensible, motherfuckers | |
Dr. Dre started it, I just finished it | |
I mean, Incomprehensible with a big homie that far | |
Feel me, I do |