Текст песни Big L, Killa Kam (Cam`Ron), Mase Murda ( - American Dream
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[McGruff](check it, Yo!)Crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with creamcocaine hustler, blowing out the brains of bustersbeing my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smokecounting mad cream, weighin tons of cokeguarded by thugs and rottweilersI flood the streets with drugs and clock dollarsniggas get plugged when my glock collersskunk smokers, philly and aisle rippercristal sipper, I`ve been a willy for awhile nigga`Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachosexpensive hot clothes, drop top Rollseast coast west coast fiends overdose`Gruff get the cream with my team and I`m ghost[Murda Mase]This money be temptin me, to jump out the MPV, empty 3clips of hollow tips with no sympathysince 14 I sold morphine for more greenkept open a nautica coat under the draw stingand watched out for cops, squad cars, and beamerzand laundry ninasflea the country to Argentinalaid back in the beach (yeah)coastin with commuterssmokin the buddahs, on the cruiseline boat to Arubafor awhile yo, pump the vowel so, I can pile doughthen become a Harlem Kingpin just like Al Po`get paid so, I can lay low, in San Diegowith yay-o so I can ship it out whenever I say so[Chorus]Yo! Makin` this money is the American DreamEast Coast to West Coast you know what I meanWhether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the sceneyou gots to get your own schemeWe ain`t splitin this cream[Killa Kam]Yo! Imma run hestrically, till they bury me, count numericallyhills of Beverly, more grands than cherokeepresident like Eric B., and RakimDrug game I`m top ten, locked in , right now its not an optionand those who creep, got the Mac in the heatthey got the 5 inch screens in the back of the seatand now they got to steady bragginlast year, had me saggin`, wasn`t ready when heavywas back tossed me in the paddywagonbut ain`t nobody out here stoppin lovecause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bubso Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrongKilla kid Kama`Ron surviving in the Amazon[BloodShed]Yo! I leave you dazed and frozewith all kinds of amazing flowsmoney surrounded I counted with bathing with Asian Hoesback home niggas is after meI`m back to sea sippin daquiri`scoke factory, fiends baggin up crack for mefrom cutting up rocks to investing in stocksnautica yachts, and knots busting outa my socksnow thats bloods play the chuball the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubbybehind my back they say my babys uglyeach night I sleep, with freaks with Lamborghini, jeepsneighbors be sneaking peeks, how my semen leaks, between the sheetsmess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juancause these is modern times, and the only thing I see is dollar signs[Chorus]Yo! Makin` this money is the American DreamEast Coast to West Coast you know what I meanWhether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the sceneyou gots to get your own schemeWe ain`t splitin this cream[Big L]Check It!To be sittin clean, in the mean beams is every teams dreamBig L`s a Cream Fiend, with more green than Springsteenyo know I`m crazy quick to smack a groupieI`m known to mack a hoochie, do I got stacks of lucci? (absolutely)Harlem Kids is known for felonies, and sellin keys, pushin 300z`sGee-Es- 3`s, and puffin trees, these Gees breeze while Dee-Teesbe yellin freeze, we stash cheese while keepin pockets full of centuriesAye-Yo I`m set for the rest of my lifeSome clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wifeI stuck my tool to his brain, so that fool can get slainnigga, yo` bitch choose me, you know the rules to the game[Chorus]Yo! Makin` this money is the American DreamEast Coast to West Coast you know what I meanWhether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the sceneyou gots to get your own schemeWe ain`t splitin this creamYea What?Harlem on the RiseBlood shedKilla KamSix FiguresCee-O-CeeChuck BlassieMy Man man Mase, the Bad BoyuptownMcGruffBig L139NFL140