American Dream Lyrics - Game

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?? 

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 

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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 Lambourghins 

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 

Photos 

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?? 

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 

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