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(feat. Andrea Gray) |
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[Daz] |
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reality, reality... |
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[Daz - chorus 2x] |
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fuck dreamin the same dreams |
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bein down for the same team |
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wether it seems to be reality it's just a dream |
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why, eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die |
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when I walk down the streets, will I meet evil in disguise |
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[Daz] |
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now I'm dreamin a new dream |
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bein down with the Snoop team |
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wether it seems to be reality, it's not a dream |
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and the colors I wear is do or die |
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if I git caught slippin will I meet evil up in disguise |
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so I pack a bigger strap, .32 round cap |
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with my mind tellin me no or should I peel this cap back |
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cuz these hater ass niggaz only out for my wealth |
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see I don't know what the future really holds for myself |
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and then I tell myself |
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"there's nowhere for me to turn" |
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when you fucked up so many times you bound to learn |
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it's reality and fatality that you and your boys y'all wanna smoke me up |
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niggaz wanna battle me, ya soul is lost |
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neva-eva to be found |
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when my friends be around when they rest me in the ground |
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we blast for the cash, bashin for green |
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life ain't what it seems, niggaz full of horrible dreams |
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Dat Nigga Daz is on the mash again |
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yeah, it's Dillinger with a fifth of Hen |
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livin in a world of sin |
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will my composer ever be the same |
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give it to you like it is, fuck playin them games |
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I wanna fuck yo bitch cuz I wanna bust a nut |
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but you silly ass bitches wanna get me caught up |
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but it's hard to survive in 2005 |
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but I got 2005 ways just to let a nigga die |
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it's all about controversy |
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the same ass niggaz out to work me |
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it's the same bitch niggaz out to hurt me |
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my closest road dog said he won't switch sides |
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he said he'd represent it till the fuckin day that he'd die |
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he know he lied cuz niggaz who live wrong is bound to live a short life |
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when you perish ya go to hell for the shit you didn't do right |
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will money be the rule of my destruction |
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without the money I can't even seem to function |
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it shows me what money is capable of |
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now my worstest enemies, I show 'em no love |
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buy me some Hennesy, I need some Hennesy |
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from Long Beach to Atlanta, back to Tennessee |
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I'm not the age of being a man of eatin ham |
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fuck stamps, 16 Compton g's in my hand |
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let ya to the older niggaz who started this shit (Long Beeeeach!) |
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now I got my own crew hoppin in respect (Dogg Poooound) |
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like to cook it, blow it up, double and triple my profit |
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now every dope dealer wanna cop it |
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becuz I got the bomb and I ain't goin back |
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so everybody draw down nigga draw out ya strap |
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[Daz - chorus 2x] |
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[Daz] |
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yeah |
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fuck dreamin the same dreams |
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waitin on the motherfucker to help you out ya bullshit all the time |
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take your life to your own destiny |
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if you fucked up you did it on your own |
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don't let another motherfucker fuck you up |
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take time, think |
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be about yourself |
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yeah |
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fuck dreamin the same dreams |
