Letras
Yeah, dedicated to the dreamers
Time to blow
Street dreams are made of these
At home and all across seas
It's just what I see
Street dreams are made of these
Compton, California, stand up
It's like we all got the same disease
Everybody's lookin' for something
Street dreams are made of these
Street dreams are made of these
Wake up, it's just a dream
It's just a dream
I spent most of my childhood whilin'
Watchin' my neighborhood dyin'
Don't understand why I wanted so bad
Just to be that guy
Flashy rings, finer things
Man, he had a Caddy, it was emerald green
Came through the car, it was so damn clean
Damn, I gotta peep every more he need
I know he got a crispy fresh 20 for me, ay
My 14th birthday
Got a 357 and a W.A. tape
Now I'm straight, let's get paid
Got a little weed but I want some yay
And I remember what I heard my OG's say
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Caddies and cut 63s
It's like we all got the same disease
Everybody's lookin' for something
Street dreams are made of these
Street dreams are made of these
Wake up, it's just a dream
It's just a dream
I'm on a hundred and twentieth and central, buyin' a blunt
Just like I did when I was young
Some little nigga come ask me what set I'm from
Ooh, lil' homie, I'll whoop your ass
Ask your brother, he was in my class
I whooped his ass
And if you want some, I hope you can hit fast
Before I knew it, he was showin' me his strap
I like your chain, let me get that
Not in my hood, you better get back
All his lil' homies sayin' he need to chill with that
And I can oh so easily peel him back
Ooh, and I'm oh so real with that
Do I really even wanna deal with that?