Snorin like a motherfucker, stretched on the couch Slobbin on my pillow and I'm droolin at the mouth And now I'm havin dreams cause I'm in a deep sleep But +I+ ain't +Dream About+ no motherfucker named +Jeannie+ Shit was intense, it had me sweatin like crack Sorta like a horror flick for every motherfucker who dissed the black People was gettin done, we had em on the run Killin em all, one by one Cause niggaz in the hood was finally gettin together No more set trippin, with cappin each other Brother to brother, hand in hand Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, ready for action and All you seen was niggaz and knick-kickers Bailin on this mission, hesta coalition Checkin through the vicinity, for enemies And if we find any they gon' get treated like Reginald Denny Oooh, the shit was cooler than a motherfucker Never thought the day'd come when I could wear the other color Without gettin hit up, sweated or shot on the scene Sparked up, it had to be a dream But anyway, back to the - story That I'm, tossin - listen up when black folks are talkin Niggaz was in the streets runnin wild And tied to this car it was Officer Colonel Colin Powell And bein that bitch-made's was the first to go Pete Wilson was on the side stripped out his clothes Tied to the back of a six-fo' And it was draggin his ass up and down El Segundo Uhh, now whassup nigga with the shit that you was poppin You ain't bannin shit, motherfucker! Then told Colonel Powell to turn his ass over, and from the back they placed both of they hands down on his shoulder Surrounded by a gang of niggaz he screamed loud "I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but they still fucked him doggystyle And that's when my dream started gettin good My dick was rising and rising ready to break wood Cause now we lookin for the residence Thirty thousand gang members on our way to Washington And the National Guard couldn't fuck with us Cause in my dream we had guns blowin up the helicopters Bailed in the White House, deep Caught you-know-who in his motherfuckin sleep You comin back with us to South Central that's what we told him Before we stuffed him in the back of the low-low Got to the hood, now it'ssssON! Now it's time for him to pay the piper, for doin us wrong Cause now the tables was turned and on the top we stood Robbin motherfuckers for they manhood And even the old folks was down, fuck em up, hang em high Is what they screamed out the crowd And that's when I heard a gunshot And his body fell back and his brains went SPLAT Now here's where I finally woke up Sittin in a puddle full of nut Heard a loud siren then I ran to the front Hopin ain't nobody I know; they got the fuckin yellow tape up Damn, they laid my homey in the street Another victim of gang violence, created by the beast And to think just a minute ago Yo I was dreamin this bullshit ceased, we killed the real devil But I guess it was just my, imagination That one day we can all live as one Man fuck it, no matter how real it all seemed yo The shit was only a wet dream.. .. fuck this is back on again
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