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(feat. Mr. Lee) [Hook: x2] With this strength of ghetto dreamin' [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] It's in the middle of the night of writing pages of this fool shit I dreaming I got a mansion up in my pool lit Drunk, which I'm cool wit Bitches and techs on the deck Hoes serving up champaigne not because of this game, because I'm signin' their checks We gettin' service underwater fag Workers runnin' in-and-out, buildin' up their clout, and I'm frontin' quarter slabs Drop Jags in the driveway on hundred spokes The workers like to floss me in front of hoes but they don't really though Folks (?) at the front door wit uzis Haters and coochies Out to protect the flake and loochie Fools be trippin' to see me climbin' up Yeah nigga, clean as a bitch if you ain't trippin' about no dime and dust Findin' us ain't hard, we ain't never ran Niggaz gotta betta plan Help that thang ain't bust fo the cheddar man Who's got the betta hand, I do so I'm pullin' the trigga Letras de cancionesMy mouth is big, but my nuts are bigga [Hook x4:] [in the background of chorus] [Chorus x2: Mr. Lee] You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin' You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin' Niggaz walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin' You can have it if you don't, when you ghetto dreamin' [Verse 2: Coo Coo Cal] It's in the middle of the day, I'm gettin' drunk playin' the Play Station Look at the time a playa's wastin' Knowin' I need to be out paper chasin' Wastin' time while my niggas do it Caught up by the feds, but in my head I break 'em out, and it ain't shit to it Call up the real niggaz that'll hit the prisions and buck it up Don't even attempt to tell the fake, cuz they'll just straight fuck it up Straight through the front do' wit techs Bringin' hella cops Get back to mailin' rocks and take us to his cellblock We'll leave the warden in the dorm as a sittin' duck So if the gay wanna go astray, then let them fags fuck Me and my whodi often outtie up in a Lexus Coupe Throwin' blows at eachother to grab a tech to see who's next to shoot Floot the gas and lit the ass up on the tower guard Drove the coupe thru the fence and got the paint scared But hard-time we just ain't havin' Me and my niggaz is coast-to-coast For proposin' a toast, buckin' it back back [Hook x4: in the background of chorus] [Chorus x2: Mr. Lee] You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin' You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin' Niggaz walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin' You can have it if you don't, when you ghetto dreamin' [Verse 3: Coo Coo Cal] It's bright and early in the mornin', I'm sittin' down eatin' bacon and eggs Thinkin' about fakin' the feds Openin' up shop nigga, makin' the bread Some like a top shop, wit a drop-top and the whole bit Imagine a broke nigga strugglin' wit some bawla shit Now all them hoes that wouldn't give action and holdin' your jock tight Just grip the switch and drop the ass at the stoplight Just smash off on 'em, let 'em see you dip the corner That'll tell that bitch you don' got rich and you don't really want 'em Now I was payin' attention, and eyes was squinchin' from the gold spokes Not even the mention, of the third demension, charmin' and gold to roll See folks look, we don' came up but on the downlow Somebodies accuse of clowin' hoes, fuck it "Blame Us!" Cuz we don' been there and done that Got gin, squares, and 1 strap Shakin' the pussy till they come back Like llello, hey hoe, you know the routine Drop them draws, so all my folks can scoupe this dream....bitch [Hook x4: in the background of chorus] [Chorus x2: Mr. Lee] You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin' You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin' Niggaz walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin' You can have it if you don't, when you ghetto dreamin' [Hook x4] From Letras Mania