Street Dreams (Acappella)

Lyrics

Avatar the Articulate - "Street Dreams" [Emcee(s): Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] [Producer(s): Trackmasters (Original Instrumental from "Street Dreams")] [Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beamers and 300E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on their knees for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 1: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] I get a Perfect portion of pussy and more than that, a plethora Quarterback, etcetera, Fantasy League pleasurer President and treasurer, evidence-exhibitor Phallus is wetted up in a palace with Hefner sluts, I'll rhyme ill Every analogy, I kill—don't try to battle me I'm ill in the Ville or the military academy Upstate New York, hawked product taking off, boss. I had To skate, shooting at jake, state troopers up north With a jeweled-up cross and some nubucks on. Hoes go "Where did your roof go?" It just flew the fuck off, and holding Gats never made me top cat, snitches and rat yap They're spending all they energy trying to get revenge at me I got the tendency like Pac to cop Hennessey Cops remember me busting shots at the lieutenant's jeep Somebody said to me that sweet dreams are made of these '88 Landcruisers and 190 E's Mumia dreams of walking the streets, being free. Why you Costing us time talking your rhymes on CD, nigga? [Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beamers and 300E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on their knees for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 2: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] I shoot it Up like Stackhouse, gats clapping in the crack house Get your MACs out. It's time to black out when I rap 'bout The drug game—let me explain: shorties exclaim this thug's Name, Renee and Naynay come by to play when it's My payday. To reup, I'm G'd up. I try To act hard like Ray J, but we nut and after That, it's back to counting racks and packing stacks. Sluts we fuck Then get the crack to the crack house, collect bucks Deluxe burners? Pull 'em out just to earn a Reputation from this vet you're facing. At twelve Paces, left the shells laying by my laces on the pavement Crime enslavement, then you find my 9 by braces Say shit, I place clips like bomb squads Jumpstarting cars, real thugs with no bodyguards Trees is blowing—don't give a fuck if D's are showing Detectives get the TEC from the kid Guns up, Sun's up, shooting every motherfucker Brothers suffer 'cause I'm plucking 'em off with my 9 45 RPM—round per minute—needle spins Evil sins, Timbs in a cathedral, puffing lye Went through a crack odyssey, a lot of racks and bodies be Constantly aching, shells rattle the pavement Battle brave shit, kiss the dice and shake it Cartier bracelet, .38 by my waist hip 'Cause I rock best, my Glock don't rest from here to Loch Ness CÎROC, no Chris, hold a knot so fresh, pop Off one in your chest, drop one in your vest (Yes) Cops test? Arresting me not your destiny. Rocks Infest the street made out of crack and rap recipes That Av guy makes the caps fly—don't mess with he I rest with heat like I sleep in jacuzzis Or a sauna, split your armor, hit you with your Uzi in your parka My clips move you to the parlor, bruise you, hit your Mama, then I spark a spliff of ganja. Yeah I sip a Beck's, eject a round, and that's The way I'll put it down. At nighttime, you'll hear the sound Bitches I'll mow down—it's so profound how the hoes Pound, so, bro, I'll blow the town—not like Monica Light niggas up like menorahs on Hanukah, pass The skama to the last assassin. Want drama? That ass I'm blasting [Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beamers and 300E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on their knees for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Yo, fuck it, since we're biting: all eyes on me Street dreams are made of these Shorties on their knees in threes 'cause all eyes on me Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking—all eyes on me Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beamers and all eyes on me