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Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze
On a Sunday night, I got dreams for some cash
I woke up out that coma, two thousand and one
I woke up out that coma, two thousand and one
I woke up out that coma, two thousand and one
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later, the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga with a Attitude, Volume 1
Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome
Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind that G series in All Eyez on Me
I watched The Death of a Don, so I told Vibe magazine
Workin' with Dr. Dre was a (dream)
I had visions of makin' a classic, the world turned black
I was starin' out of Stevie Wonder's glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West
Comin' back from his fatal accident to beatmakin' and rappin'
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back
Rushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin's mom, Luther King, had a (dream)
Aaliyah had a (dream), Left Eye had a (dream)
So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams)
I had dreams of fuckin' an R&B bitch like Mýa
Saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine, she loves nasty things
So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up, but anything is possible
If 50 fuck Vivica, hurdle life's obstacles
Found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Dreamed of bein' Unsigned Hype, 'til I was crushed by Dave Mays
Almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay
I walked over, heard Jam Master say
"It's a hard knock life, then you pass away"
They say sleep is the cousin of death
My eyes wide open, 'cause a dream is kin to your last breath
Rushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin's mom, Luther King, had a (dream)
Aaliyah had a (dream), Left Eye had a (dream)
So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams)
The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit?
Compton had Jheri Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lind my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
Was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me homie, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this?
I'm livin' for my son, but I can't figure
Why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece like a Catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun
Rushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin's mom, Luther King, had a (dream)
Aaliyah had a (dream), Left Eye had a (dream)
So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams)
This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of
Venus and Serena Williams who were slain during a gang
Shootout in Compton, Sunday September 14th, 2003, rest in peace
Mike Watts, Swishahouse mayne
What's up to everybody out there in Alabama mayne
What's up to my nigga Birmingham Jay and Reese for the dime mayne
Tell y'all niggas mayne, don't let these hoes get
To you man, for real, you know what I'm sayin'
Gotta make your paper mayne, can't let these hoes
Take it from you, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm a pimp bitch, believe that ho
Swishahouse nigga