the dream is gone away Guess I'll always be a dreamer Dreaming my life away, dreaming my life away Guess I'll always be a dreamer Dreaming my life away, dreaming
they mouth Like Bone Thugs won't really turn it out Go down like snitches, sheisty like bitches They gotta realize that it's five of the realest Everytime
the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons Five
kinda romance, But it's my style, my charm, let me go on It's a chilly, it's a chilly, then it starts to get warm, I'm five foot five, stayin' alive
prom queen His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
the park hopscotch Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb In the sprinklers girls double dutchin on the curb Sinatra, the pop the Jackson Five recordings
[Game - Verse 1] Sometimes I have f-cked up dreams Wake up in cold sweats, can't sleep, Hit the kitchen for some Moet I get drunk, but I ain't never smoke
I think you're truly something special Just what my dreams are really made of Let's stay together you and me boy There's no one like you Brown oh baby
salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it 'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five
, you're yellin' out 'Big Syke Daddy' We did it in the caddy on the highway, my way I'm lost in a dream, and so it seemed, to be the night Five bottles
the clickin and clackin, You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this
great place to relax in Fred Astaire was the first to do a backspin The Rat Pack was cool group of black men That inspired five white guys called The Jacksons
reminds me of eddie murphy, coming to america But you can't approach this, rhymes are too ferocious Do the knowledge as I quote this Freddie krueger, walkin on kane's street Five
the fetcher, the ghweing gum, dream catcher I count the days the Great Frontier Forgiving, faced the seventh year I stand and strain to make ends meet Five
I AIN'T have to rap Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back That's nine five a bird take half of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When
magnum And get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what happened Come to Compton see 'Thriller' like Mike Jackson I might be, Spike Lee,
my people Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock It's five
