Paul Cain with me Street dreams I'm what street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call
over the game Now Arm and Hammer chain or the Konvict chain The Shakedown chain, I clean it in champaigne (what else?) Then I take aim and I blocka, blocka Them
ain't trippin I'm in Malibu surfin I'm good One southwest flight Your bitch slurpin my wood And I keep a team of haters like they workin for Suge Heard them
(feat. Spice 1) [Spice 1:] We don't fuck around, we hit a nigga up with them desert eagles 187 hero Z-Ro, and Fetty Chico Blooow, I'm a jedi in these
appetite Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge
Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them Next year I'm about to drop 22's on them From the
Screw to Mo City CMG, KMJ, this how it go [Chorus] Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge
until you recovered Then jumped your big ass, right back off in the game Because there's money to be made, and I won't knock you Just watch yourself when you in them
brains and cuss Learn pain and plus Get tricks to claim the bust Think they nuts Slurp them up Hook or work them up Wake them up, break them up Taking crust shake them
niggas plotting to kill him Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits Dodging
BBD, try doing me you're do or die Dropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak bitch, nigga don't even twitch Cause them I'ma have to pull
to California, cause we ain't hard to find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin
cop sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sells only 15 and got problems cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em they finally pull me over and
and whores But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours [Verse] Aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit Them new Hollow tips and them
that money come, and I'm a have to handle them Man I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them, Why they come in a cop, fuck around
His staff is absurd Fuck a chicken I'll battle pride them cats ain't served On the real it's true I'd dodge a draft too But see, I don't want what them
too much mayne You need to pump yo' brakes Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging
