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[The Game]I woke up out that coma two thousand and one'Bout the same time Dre dropped "2001"Three years later the album is doneAftermath presents "Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One"Rap critics politicking, want to know the outcome"Ready to Die" "Reasonable Doubt" and "Doggystyle" in oneI feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was doneDre behind that G series and "All Eyez on Me"I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe MagazineWorking with Dr. Dre was a {dream}I had visions of making a classic, then my world turned blackLike I was staring out of Stevie Wonders glassesIt's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye WestComing back from his fatal accident to beat-making and rappingBut, we the future, Whitney Houston told me thatAnd it's goin' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back[Chorus: The Game]Russian and this 40 ounce, letting the ink from my pen bleedCause Martin Luther King had a {dream}Aaliyah had a {dream} Left Eye had a {dream}So I reached out to Kanye and {I brought you all my dreams}{Cause I love you, I love you, I love you}{I-high love you}Letras de canciones[The Game]I had dreams, of fucking, a R&B bitch like MyaWhen I saw that ass on the front of that KingRead the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty thingsSo I'm in the glass house having nasty dreamsGood girls never give it upBut anything is possible, if 50 fucked VivicaHurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the mazeThen joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and MazeUsed to dream of being "Unsigned Hype", 'til I was crushed by Dave MaysAlmost let my pen fall asleep on the pageDaydreaming yesterday, dozing off backstageI thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master JaySo I walked over, heard Jam Master say"It's a hard knock life, then you pass away"They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide openCause a dream is kin to your last breath[Chorus][The Game]The dream of Huey Newton that's what I'm living throughThe dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm giving youWho walked through the White House without a business suitCompton had jheri curl dripping on Ronald Reagan's shoesGave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my duesStarted off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazing ClueIt was all a dream like Big said it'd beDon't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to realityRap phenomenon, defying the rules of gravityStudied all the classics, start revising my strategyCause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made itHead in the clouds, wondering where the hell Marvin Gaye wentHow do I say this, I'm living for my sonBut I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gunWake up to a Jesus piece like a catholic nunThe war to be a rap legend, has just begun[Chorus][The Game]This song is dedicated to Yetunde PriceThe sister of Venus and Serena WilliamsWho was slain during a gang shootout in ComptonSunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace{I brought you all my dreams}{Cause I love you, I love you, I love you}{I-high love you} From Letras Mania