day The children of the white man Saw Indians on TV And heard about the legend How their city was a dream We live in the city of dreams We drive on
Traduction: Talking Heads. City of Dreams.
would I even care I'm too busy being a player staring at niggas careers But talk about it for years and now we finally here [Chorus:] I used to dream (I used to dream
city, I'm extortin the state I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8 When I was taught, never talk wit a snake When you kill a nigga
I everlast I'm a R&B gangsta Oooooh, Z-Ro Billy Cook R&B gangsta Whooooa, yeeeeah [talking:] Feel that, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City
a feeling, but the thriller Of a killer gets my adrenaline rushing Never stopping, watching niggas dropping More breaking blood gushing, I done opened the wounds As I destroy cities
tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static* but he's talking
exist. It's all just a dream, babe, A vacuum, a scheme, babe, That sucks you into feelin' like this. I can see that your head Has been twisted and fed
And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back Sacks only in dress pants have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh Sell a dream
beginnin and beat you in yo' head from birth and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream Focus the most
(feat. Outsidaz) [Young Zee] *Talking* I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... Lemme smoke a joint first...
days waiting took its toil This trying to type and crying It's getting old Melody, remember long summer days Playing grown ups in the city Mama saying sweet dreams sleepy heads
bomber, they thought i blew up over night (bomb) ups plus it down while you bs, f-ck around i took a dollar to the city of the dreams called up my homiez
DJ Khaled I rep my city Dade County, let's go! [Trick Daddy:] Dade County stand up right now Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka By
[feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T
Hit the gas and don't look back. Tonight we're headed off the map. This is the song we'll be singing when it all comes crashing down. Escape this bright lit city
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked On one to six the gallery is hushed Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado The city