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
译文: 名嘴. 城市梦.
, my name is Since five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city
that perfume poodle head Now c'mon, to the replacement dolphin that's cheating treats from the bottom of the hotel pool The lion leaped out of his pendant and then He talked
me ride out with this for a minute, you knawmean? I want to talk to a couple of people man Victory smells so good from here man! Dyko! We talked about
grew that only meant more cream First it was him and his brother now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream City pulled up Goddamn
(Plies talking) bruh bruh the streets is all i know,bruh aint nothing you can tell mhe bout the streets that i don't now (chorus) i hustle all day ball
[Havoc:] Yeah! Watup, son? [Styles:] Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one [Havoc:] Told you I got you my nigga.
chick that got beauty and brains But when them bitches come around talkin' bout sex, she gone say that I'm a dog, well all dogs go to heaven My grandma used to talk
head, forehead you know on her forehead was this fried egg. Which I thought was really unusual. Because in New York City the ladies with the fried eggs on their heads
[Intro - The-Dream] Oh Yeah You know where I'm from You know where I stay I'm posted in the A Sittin' low in my Phantom ridin' high Every time I ride
a vision New York City to Jerusalem Concrete jungle burn down Babylon 'Cause a simple man am I With my chest up to the sky When I walk by, my talk rides
man aint nuthin but a busta come wit me and eat wat u like Big Boyz im talkin da best when u get lonely put yo head on my chest i figure you neva
umm, who knows.. Mur-uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin) Murphey Lee- I want my name not, not said but screamed I went from fantasies to dreams,from dreams
I think his name's umm, who knows? Mur uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin' I want my name not, not said but screamed I went from fantasies to dreams, from dreams
mack, always strapped, with the black gat Who out there? I swear, boy, wanna get touched Roll up and catch a slug to the chest, so duck I talk the talk
funk Ooh, givin' up the funk Now, I'm about to get with this funk shit And talk real bad to a punk bitch 'Cause I'm that nigga she'll dream about Stickin
know what you want I come through like the first of the month Ain't nothing but a holiday When I fuck my way I'm her worst nightmare, her wettest dream
