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The Game - American Dream lyrics
Yeah
 Bad boy collabo
 J.R
 Lets get it
 Look, its Keshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole
 Black Air one's, all black soul
 Im 'bout to take control like Janet
 Damnit, cant stand it
 So so def J.D can't handle it
 Bust shots in LA, bust shots in new york,
 Bust shots with Big and Pac, Puff in his new core
 Crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin with trappin
 Fuck around and get ur wig pushed backwards
 Pushed off the backboards
 Blow dat thing
 California license plate, u know that Benz
 Im focused like a Kodak lens
 Bought my Aston Martin by the garden
 Told em hold that thing
 Im back, king cali
 Twistin up the cali
 Palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui
 I guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel
 When ur 29 sittin on 29 mil
 I don't make up with bitches i get me a new Cover Girl
 One i can trust no hoes inside the rubber girl
 I fuck all girls tall ones, big bitches
 Drove my car down broadway, big switches
 Been through Queens with 50 and LambourghinsThe Game - American Dream - http://motolyrics.com/the-game/american-dream-lyrics.html
 Drove through texas in a brand new lexus
 G.S shit, the best shit, i mess with
 The further i go down south the better the sex get
 But thats me sippin on Don P
 Blowin cali's finest, i don't mean palm trees
 Want green? niggas meet me at the bar
 Bitches valet cars and come dance with a star
 Better yet, im 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
 Whats a bad boy? same as a goon
 Before i step in the room
 You see a sign sayin: Diddy comin soon
 Haters im still dancin, young, black and handsome
 Sean Jean 2 peice smellin better than blessin
 New York Nicks, courtside, nigga And1
 I can stop making the bands, cuz i am one
 New york need me, Cali gave me a star
 If you don't beleive me; hollywood boulevard
 You can go there
 If you ever need the D.I double D.Y, B.A.D B.O.Y
 Good in any hood, no vest, no 45
 Got my man lookin down on me from best star
 Angels all around me
 Flyin over my lambo
 And i never stop burnin wax like a candle
 Hottest nigga on the globe
 Got my yacht on cruise control in my Louis Vuitton robe, yeah









