The Game Big Dreams Lyrics

Cool & Dre
Back on the **********ing Westside,
L.A.X *****s, yeah

Y'all know who the **** I am

I'm free as a **********ing bird I swear,
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, ***** where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that V12 is roaring,
Flying 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'm a murderer,
Half these *****s 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, ***** get infected,

[Chorus]
The whole world been waiting on him,
Here I come, drop top Phantom,
I'm skating on 'em, look around,
All the ***** *****s hating 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

I get money like Junior Mafia used to,
On my way to school 10.000 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 *****, it's my time *****,
Jacob ain't got **** to do with my shine *****!
Cause when the sun come up - from behind the sea,
*****s see me behind the B,
Ent. 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 ****!

[Chorus]

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 *****?
I done rocked enough fellas to be you *****,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule *****s!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the ***** Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of 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 ************s
Compton!

[Chorus]

Written by: Andre Lyon, Eddie Montilla, Jayceon Taylor, Marcello Valenzano
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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