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Tame One - Dreamz lyrics
[Verse 1] I had a dream i had my drink in the air, Surrounded by people who care, makin' a toast bout our current affairs, Upstairs on the balcony, Lookin down where the fountain be, Higher than the mountain be, Wit' about a ounce of me, People shout for me but I'm the don that got away, I conversate with facial expressions cause fans make tapes, money belt around my waist, Cameras around my place, blunt smoke surrounds my face, brief cases at the races, aces under my sleeve, Uzis by the jacuzzi, former enemies, my lawyer say take it down, lay low, i be bubblin', Honeys that brain me taste smoke, things happen cause i say so, half the city on my payroll, make up laws brake those, [Chorus] this is for the blunt it flows, This is for the hundred throwers, the tunnel goers, the raw dog stomach growers, This is for people thats bling-blingin it, this is for people thats livin it while the rest is just singin it [2x] [Verse 2] I had a dream i had the sixth sense when i rhymed, when i was done (i saw dead people all the time), Killin em softly cigars like bill cosby, ROCK ME, the black sinatra niggerachi, illin off hydrochlorophyll, go through multiple pills like painkillers, nothin to feel, while you was influenced by the underground, i was on the ground under the influence, daring you to spit, nuisance not ready for prime time playa, half weak and half whack immitatin flava, psuedo fresh fact simile not real in me with blaz-eh-blah empty threats about killin me, you couldnt move a drunk with a six pack, thinkin that you could knock tame off but cant get that, im the next best thing to wrestling cause i smack down rap clowns just for testing (ding ding), keepin it clean but like a bunny ya left wing, showin my ass like bitches in guestings, gamin like spreewell wit each detail instead of beefin for no reason i move joints retail, [Chorus] [Verse 3] I had a dream that i had more static than channel 2 wit no cable, somethin aint right like outlaws without fatal, controversial, the cons know of the cons blowin the trom, flowin like some dope in ya arm, i eat the hearts out ya lucky charms box and still supply more milk shit than parmalot, the itchy bon don maka, razor sharp with my part, connected to the street like sidewalks, the ray leoda of the ghetto good fellas, my graffiti lettas make the whole hood jealous, you aint even my caliber, im more complex than algebra, hot like africa, with better loose leafs than canada, yous a amatuer rhymin wit mad stamina, im in back of ya snappin like cameras, mad comical thinkin that you could do what i do, when im through niggas that signed you wont even find you, [chorus] |
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