Lyrics

(Intro) Shit, I had some good times in the projects, shit, you could fuck the chick downstairs, dont nobody would know it, all kind a shit be goin on in the projects (Hook) Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in staircase where our toughts connect Niggas gettin shot for a lack of respect No wonder where we live is called the projects Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in the staircase where our toughts connect Break in your mailbox and take your checks No wonder where we live is called the projects (Verse 1) Now these days, in the PJs Niggas in C-ways, To get yours Laughing at you as the trees blazed For three days, the cops came around harrasin Askin, who robbed the store with the ski mask n Its funny, givin speed knots Outside a weed spot Chicks walk by in reeboks For three blocks These niggas ran into this kid named stan With the bless in his hand, I knew what he was thinkin I hear the sirens and see the lights blinkin Before he blessed em, I heard he made em Take off his minkin The plot thickens, lifeless Hes not kickin, He used to hustle And brag on how he pulls chickens With quotes from Charles Dickens Lookin at him layin on the floor made my stomach sicken Listen, where your worst enemy could be your best man Envious to be the next man In the lex land, havin (Hook) Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in staircase where our toughts connect Niggas gettin shot for a lack of respect No wonder where we live is called the projects Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in the staircase where our toughts connect Break in your mailbox and take your checks No wonder where we live is called the projects (Verse 2) Yo, some people go three locks on their doors Stoppin elevators between the floors "Stop! Watchu doin? Can't get off my drawers!" "I keep my mouth shut hon, and you keep yours" With cats with gats who claim official And found Sonny and his honey In the range, covered in brain tissue Whats the main issue? Niggas playin for keeps I guess he didn't have time to reach the heat Under his seat But yo he knew the rules in the trenches Now the old ladies whisper his name, sittin on the benches Its ironic Shorties cuttin school, puffin chronic ? Like a masonic, niggas is on it Dreamin of a kilo But for now its just Cee-Lo Four hundred and fifty six ways to get from bee low Shinin, sippin Wray & Neph Overproof Makin faces at the cops across the street On the roof, havin (Hook) Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in staircase where our toughts connect Niggas gettin shot for a lack of respect No wonder where we live is called the projects Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in the staircase where our toughts connect Break in your mailbox and take your checks No wonder where we live is called the projects (Verse 3) Now some of yall will go to college Some will go to the rock Some will catch concurence Some will skate on shock Some niggas is real and stay strong in the spot Some niggas is wuss and busted you from down the block Like your man Louis Who got amped, like a sansoui Playin with folks thats grown Shouldve known, holdin your own can be an asset When niggas get lumped up For makin trumped up ass bets Spend dough, Send vex to win yo Better move, somebodys throwin shit out the window True that, nosey hoodrats Sayin who dat, brought me the taddle But you know i never do that Screw that, them kids shouldve knew that Niggas shoot at outsiders, who walk by Lookin cute at But yo, I guess thats how it gotta be Dice games and robberies, till i hit the lottery, uh (Hook) Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in staircase where our toughts connect Niggas gettin shot for a lack of respect No wonder where we live is called the projects (Come on) Dreams of cream, a dime piece and a Lex Up in the staircase where our toughts connect Break in your mailbox and take your checks No wonder where we live is called the projects...