Big Dreams - The Game

Cool & 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 V-12 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 swerve

Swerve, I’m still dope, that’s my word

All I did was switch the kitchens and subtract all the birds

Irv… Gotti know I’m a 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 2008'n on 'em

Big cars, big wheels, big chains (Yeahh)

Big pimping, big money, big dreams

Dreams (Dreams) big dreams

Dreams (Dreams) big dreams, dreams

I «Get Money» like Junior M.A.F.I.A.

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, is 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

ENT, don’t stand for entertainment

It stand for zero to 60, anybody see where Game went?

To the hood, parked crooked behind that chain fence

And I’m goin' 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!

Big cars, big wheels, big chains (Yeahh)

Big pimping, big money, big dreams

Dreams (Dreams) big dreams

Dreams (Dreams) big dreams, dreams

The Chronic, Makaveli to Doggystyle

Bad influences, so my momma told me to turn 'em down

She went to sleep so my father said I could turn it up

What did he care, he in the bathroom sherm’n up

So I let that Dogg Pound rock

Let that Ice Cube knock, 'til my sister pressed stop

Soon as she left out, like Diddy, I Pressed Play

That’s when that Hard Knock Life, introduced me to Just Blaze

I would sit in my room, and just blaze

Before chronic had all these funny names, it was just haze

No hash, cause it was just haze

And I would get so high, nigga that I would just gaze

I mean I was so amazed somethin' so fuckin green

Could turn this little-ass house into a maze

Chronic 2001, got me through my hardest days

And just think, my momma said marijuana was a phase

Yo Jay, what it do, nigga?

I done rocked enough fellas to be you, nigga

I got my 40−40, they my two Jiggas

They’ll make you ‘Holla Holla', I Ja Rule niggas

The lions in the room, what up Fat Joe?

I’m Curtis' Kryptonite, and the nigga Joey Crack know

Whoever said «The Game over» must’ve had a hangover

Get money, my driveways sponsored by Range Rover

I got Blood Diamonds, straight outta Angola

The way my red rag in the air signal Lil Wayne over

Yeah, that’s when the Cris start poppin'

The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin'

The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get to droppin'

For album number 3, and going Platinums not an option

I’m back with Cool & Dre, AKA ‘The Monsters'

And I got one word for you motherfuckers.

COMPTON!

You was wrong momma

Shit I love you but I’m still smokin

I love you momma!

Chronic 2001 to infinity MOTHERFUCKER, haha

Dr. Dre started it

I just finished it!

I mean, a-hem

Picked up where the big homey left off, FEEL ME?

(IT'S COMPTON)

Ahahah