American Dream Songtext
von The Game

Yeah
Bad boy collabo
J.R
Let′s get it


Look, it's Keyshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole
Black Air One′s, all black sole
I'ma 'bout to take control like Janet, dammit
Can′t stand it, So So Def J.D can′t handle it
Bust shots in L.A., bust shots in New York
Bust shots for Big and Pac, puffin' his Newport
Crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin′ with trappin'
Fuck around and get your wig pushed backwards
Twist up the Backwoods, blow that then
California license plate, you know that Benz
I′m focused like a Kodak lens
Park my Aston Martin by the garden, tell 'em to hold that thing
I′m back in Cali, twistin' up the Cali
Palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui
Guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel
When you 29 sittin′ on 29 mil

I don′t make up with bitches, I get me a new Cover Girl
One I can trust, no holes inside the rubber girl
I fuck all girls, tall ones, thick bitches, drove my car down Broadway, hit switches
Been through Queens with 50 and Lamborghins
Drove through Texas in a brand new Lexus
GS shit, the best shit, I mess wit'
The further I go down south, better the sex get
But that′s me, sippin' on Dom P
Blowin′ Cali's finest, I don′t mean palm trees
On three niggas meet me at the bar, bitches
Valet cars and come dance with a star
Better yet, I'm the american idol, strapped with assault rifles pointed at my rivals
My elevator goin' straight to the top, nigga I won′t stop
Diddy
Let′s get it