Dreamin' a Life

Dreamin a life dreamin a life Where the money ain't tight For my... click to succeed how many soldiers must bleed? We just wanna live comfortable spread our seed and carry on our breed Each of us need... an old school indeed Candy paint, drop-top, gold thangs call it greed So it be, we also want a Benz 500 se laced with chrome S.u.v for the family, 7 bedroom 4 bath home Floors made out of marble stone, swimmin' pool with a waterfall Record company checks pay the bills nobody's gotta ball Plus we'll take a dime from every dollar that we make so We can pack and stack up more artillery than waco Ain't no fits like the ones we got I'm talkin' dickies and cortez in colors they don't stock And every homie got a pit bull, refrigerator packed full Plus a bar with every liquor imaginable Snoop would be out of the hole back with his folkz livin' the finer ways With hand painted portraits of dead homiez above the fire place We won't let money change us but still beware of strangers Remainin' soldiers, streets have showed us jealous men are dangerous Right now a 4 car garage is just a mirage But just the thought of such a life keeps me strugglin' for the cause Dreamin a life Where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright We all got a house on a hill Everybody got a crop of the kill As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill We divide up another million dollar bills Dreamin a life Where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright We all got a house on a hill Everybody got a crop of the kill As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill We divide up another million dollar bills Dreamin a life Where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright We all got a house on a hill Everybody got a crop of the kill As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill We divide up another million dollar bills Can we?... hop on a flight... and touch down in Tahiti Or even the Caribbean, Hawaii or Fiji Just make it tropical with lots of blue water and white sand We wanna be greeted by native beauties when the flight lands Check into a five star hotel, rent the top floor With ocean views to die for, no thoughts about what cost more We'll meet down on the beach homeboyz throw your cut off cacks on There's hundreds of notches in bikinis to get your mack on Then we'll slide on up to some bar they call the island hut Sittin' on the oceanfront roll a blunt and light it up Order up margaritas, coconut coolers with tequila Appetizers to feed us topped off with lobster fajitas Now that would be the... life, my angers at ease You can hear the ocean breeze blowin' through the palm trees As the sun sinks slowly and the stars ignite Bikini models talkin' about let's rendezvous tonight Who would believe? we outlaws had a trick up our sleeve That would allow us to live and enjoy life's luxuries We started in the streets gutter bound puttin' in work prepared for jail And ya'll just got broke off a piece of a Nortenos fairytale Dreamin a life Where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright We all got a house on a hill Everybody got a crop of the kill As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill We divide up another million dollar bills