Dreamin' a Life

Dreamin' a life Dreamin' a life Where the money ain't tight For my clique 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 SUV for the family, seven bedroom, four 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 pitbull, refrigerator packed full Plus a bar with every liquor imaginable Snoop would be out of the hole, back with his folks livin' the finer ways With hand painted portraits of dead homies 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 four-car garage is just a mirage But just the thought of such a life keeps me strugglin' for the cause Dreamin' a life (dreamin' a life) where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright (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 bill I know they hear me crying out, but ain't nobody wanna hear me Out here struggling for some play and losing handy, life is deadly Every night, I close my eyes and all I dream about is Real homies just looking out for one another, staying true when love has failed By everyone, ain't no more sad trippin' player hatin' Conversating on the next, or jealousy or which are fake Everybody's pockets stuffed with portraits of past presidents Parlaying each of our rivalries, status for its residents Won't see nobody strugglin', all our needs is fulfilled The day-to-day drama's unheard of, we only got the chill Blaze that molly, get to chokin' like it's goin' out of style Folks be quick to throw up peace signs, no mugging, only smile Women by the flock, so you see on every block It's not just custom rainbows and that candy Gold nipples or spokes, we triple-coast No boasting or bragging 'cause everybody got the same plug It's one love from coast to coast So kick back, you immense folks Now, if I may propose a toast to those of y'all who feel my pain The fact remains, if we don't make a change, the gang gon' stay the same But if we can think it, we can do it, nothing to it Hold my dreams close, and in this life, I'll strive for the most Dreamin' a life (dreamin' a life) where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright (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 bill If it's my fantasy, we live lavishly Reality's endless salary Haters ain't mad at me, no more insanity Awful tragedy, loss of family Have it weird at them, hella bad From selling sacks to the shelves, goin' plat Fall off the ball from having it all Funded we dawgs all when your mail goes splat And there ain't no pat, but my brain's on scratch, and it stays on that Big dreams of having bags The engine's financed, a dream built classics, got some candy paint It's a Cali fad, and how we had Like millionaires, we're stealing stairs Tripped a lot to go with marble floors Some solid oak, get carved in stone To statues of loved ones passed And when you don't have to run for this You know invading pose on your heady, no more way end up on your digi We be blazing mini drink and reapin' haters envy endlessly But it does not bother, my poppers got dollars from choppers With their own spot and their own yacht Private jets, life at its best Whatever it is, we can afford it, this club is enormous Fortune of our fortune is slinging units of music and the money is pourin' Gorgeous, not just jockers take every other day I feel the zone, get with my folks Get back to blonde, just as every bitch I've ever known No hustle, no more struggle, we bought a room, seems like a cathedral Throw this up like players on the way up to Vegas, he blow 20 G's at the casino Know the standard's the savage, lavish, I live in a palace with millions of assets Drive limousines, dine fine cuisines, 'cause in my dreams, we live like kings Dreamin' a life (dreamin' a life) where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright (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 bill Yeah, 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 5-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, homies, 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 anger's at ease I 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 Y'all just got broke off a piece of a Norteños fairy tale Dreamin' a life (dreamin' a life) where the money ain't tight And every ride's dipped in candy Triple gold reflections shine bright (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 bill