Big Dreams lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Big Dreams



 Send "Big Dreams" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Cool and 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 V12 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 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'ma 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 2008tin' on them



Big cars, big wheels, big chain

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 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

Prime-time, nigga, it's 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

E N T, 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
shit



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 2008tin' on them



Big cars, big wheels, big chains

Big pimpin', big money

Big dreams, dreams, dreams

Big dreams, dreams, dreams

Big dreams, dreams



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, nigga?

I done rocked enough fellas to be you, nigga

I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas

I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas



The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?

I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack
know

Whoever said, '€œThe Game over'€?, musta 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 motherfuckers,
Compton



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 2008tin' on them



Big cars, big wheels, big chains

Big pimpin', big money

Big dreams, dreams, dreams

Big dreams, dreams, dreams

Big dreams, dreams



You was wrong, mama

Shit, I love you but I'm still smokin', I love
you, mama

Chronic 2001 [Incomprehensible], motherfuckers

Dr. Dre started it, I just finished it

I mean, [Incomprehensible] with a big homie that
far

Feel me, I do