The Game: Big dreams

[The Game]Cool & DreBack on the motherfuckin WestsideL.A.X. niggaz, yeahY'all know who the fuck I amI'm free as a motherfuckin bird I swearDisappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?Posted on the block, in them black AirsIn that all-black Phantom, hug the block like a banditThere, that V-12 is roarinFlyin through the city with the pedal to the floor thenI put them 26, inches on the curbTell the hood I'm back, give me a corner let me serveSwerve, I'm still dope, that's my wordAll I did was switch the kitchens and subtract all the birdsIrv... Gotti know I'm a +Murderer+Half these niggaz beefin with me, I never heard of themIf I was the old me, I would murder themMatter fact, if I was the old me, I would CURTIS themCourtesy of my Smith & WessonI kill tracks like AIDS nigga, get infected[Chorus: The Game]The whole world been waitin on himHere I come, droptop Phantom I'm skatin on 'emLook around, all the bitch niggaz hatin on himMad cause I'm Chronic 2008'n on 'emBig cars, big wheels, big chains (YEAHHH)Big money, big pimpin, big dreamsDreams (dreams) big dreamsDreams (dreams) big dreams, dreams[The Game]I "Get Money" like Junior M.A.F.I.A. used toOn my way to school, ten thousand in my FUBULunchtime I was sellinBehind the bungalows, baggin up rocks the size of melonsThat's when the fiends start tellinYou can catch 'em on the couch, everyday at 4 o'clock like EllenPrimetime nigga, is my time niggaJacob ain't got shit to do with my shine niggaCause when the sun come upFrom behind the sea, niggaz see me behind the BENT, don't stand for entertainmentIt stand for zero to 60, anybody see where Game went?To the hood, parked crooked behind that chain fenceAnd I'm goin down behind my dogs but I ain't VickTell me one album I put out that ain't sickNo I'm not the Dr. but I produce the same shit[Chorus][Extended Chorus]Big cars, big wheels, big chains (YEAHHH)Big money, big pimpin, big dreamsDreams (dreams) big dreamsDreams (dreams) big dreams, dreams[The Game]The Chronic, Makaveli to DoggystyleBad influences, so my momma told me to turn 'em downShe went to sleep so my father said I could turn it upWhat did he care, he in the bathroom sherm'n upSo I let that Dogg Pound rockLet that Ice Cube knock, 'til my sister pressed stopSoon as she left out, like Diddy, I pressed playThat's when that Hard Knock Life, introduced me to Just BlazeI would sit in my room, and just blazeBefore chronic had all these funny names, it was just hazeNo hash, cause it was just hazeAnd I would get so high, nigga that I would just gazeI mean I was so amazed somethin so fuckin greencould turn this little-ass house into a mazeChronic 2001, got me through my hardest daysAnd just think, my momma said marijuana was a phase[Chorus][The Game]You was wrong mommaShit I love you but I'm still smokinI love you momma~!Chronic 2001 to infinity MOTHERFUCKER, hahaDr. Dre started itI just finished it! I mean, a-hemPicked up where the big homey left off, FEEL ME?Ahahah