The Game - American Dreamin' lyrics

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The Game - American Dreamin' lyrics

[Outro] Yeah Bad boy collabo J.R Let's get it [Verse 1] Look, it's Keshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole Black Air one's, all black soul I'm 'bout to take control like Janet Damnit, can't stand it So so def J.D can't handle it Bust shots in LA, bust shots in new york Bust shots with Big and Pac, Puff in his new core Crazy sh** that happen when you mix rappin with trappin f** around and get your wig pushed backwards Pushed off the backboards Blow dat thing California license plate, u know that Benz I'm focused like a Kodak lens Bought my Aston Martin by the garden Told em hold that thing I'm back, king cali Twistin up the cali Palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui I guess this how a n***a 'posed to feel When your 29 sittin on 29 mil [Verse 2] I don't make up with b**hes I get me a new Cover Girl One I can trust no hoes inside the rubber girl I f** all girls tall ones, big b**hes Drove my car down broadway, big switches Been through Queens with 50 and Lambourghins Drove through texas in a brand new lexus G.S sh**, the best sh**, I mess with The further I go down south the better the s** get But that's me sippin on Don P Blowin cali's finest, I don't mean palm trees Want green? n***as meet me at the bar b**hes valet cars and come dance with a star Better yet, I'm the american idol Strapped with a**ault rifles pointed at my rivals My elevator goin' straight to the top n***a I won't stop Diddy, let's get it [Verse 3] What's a bad boy? same as a goon Before I step in the room You see a sign sayin: Diddy comin soon Haters I'm still dancin, young, black and handsome Sean Jean 2 peice smellin better than blessin New York Nicks, courtside, n***a And1 I can stop making the bands, cause I am one New york need me, Cali gave me a star If you don't beleive me; hollywood boulevard You can go there If you ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y Good in any hood, no vest, no 45 Got my man lookin down on me from best star Angels all around me Flyin over my lambo And I never stop burnin wax like a candle Hottest n***a on the globe Got my yacht on cruise control in my Louis Vuitton robe, yeah