Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

And if I recover Will you be my comfort? Or it can be over Or we can just leave it here So pick any number Choose any color I've got the answer Open the envelope Caught out cold, cold

And exchange it some day for a crown Till my trophies at last I lay down And I will cling to the old rugged cross On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and

For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I did something that I had to regret I say some things I could never forget The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up I just wanna ball hunnid summers Seen too many of my dogs

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready Nigga, for real Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready Practice, what the fuck is practice? What the fuck is practice? Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah Don't

When in Spain for reasons I don't explain I remain enjoying a brew Don't deplore my fondness for fundador You know how a fundador can lead to a few And baby when in Rome I do as the Romans do If per chance I'm saying farewell to France And romance drops

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Gonna find you and make you want me Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break

Detomaso a ride away I read your letter, it said between the lines You're visitin' Mexico for an indefinite amount of time Your love for burritos has now begun to cool You need this drivin' fool to Detomaso the night away Roll Mr. Night, you know what