Jeezy - American Dream (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Jeezy - American Dream (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah! What’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American
Dream you know? (yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Let’s go
I just want a big ol' bag of
money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting
up that mula (whatsup?)
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my
team, the American Dream
First they said I wouldn't,
but I knew that I would make
it (I knew it nigga!)
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew
that I could bake it (whatsup?)
Scarface vision, living
life like a king
Every day grinding hard with
my team, the American Dream
You either good or you great,
you either real or you fake
That's why I stay spittin' the real,
because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters,
you niggas go ahead and hate
F-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari,
that bitch came with the estate
I swear them streets get so tricky,
glad I ain't fall for the bait
So focused and I'm determined,
can see that shit in my face
You niggas go 'head and face it, lil'
bitch, ain't shit 'bout me basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and
went and iced out a bracelet
Never let my flaws and my past
come get the best of me
Turn a two fifty to a half,
I got the recipe
First my president was black,
now my president is wack
I ain't never going broke,
what's American in that?
Get a hard-on when I'm counting
up that mula (ha ha!)
First they said I wouldn't, but I knew
that I would make it (alright)
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew
that I could bake it (alright)
Got money to make, blow out the
candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I'm running
the game, you running in place
Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally,
bitch I'm a hunnid'-and-eight
Like Pun in the late 90s, my
niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state,
gun in the waist for safety
I'm on a paper chase, whatever
it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly 'cause
how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y'all make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these
niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas
sell crack at the BP
Hoping one day they can be thee
Niggas is there on the screen
'Cause that's the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers
that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of
watching 'em walk out with
the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer
care about the name
White folks been getting
rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods,
I don't got time to explain
Out of fear that I won't reach 'em and
since preaching ain't my thing
I just drop a gem or two within
a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped
inside the game
You know that already
First they said I wouldn't, but
I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I
knew that I could bake it
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for
ballin' (yeah yuh)
Ten toes ain't for fallin' (yeah yuh)
I hear the world callin'
Tell me if ya all in (tell
me if ya all in)
Look, look, I gotta eat, I
gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what
is known to the travelin' man
Set his own, got my Bible and
my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
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