Big B - American Dream free for downloading

Lyrics

I m known to mack a hoochie, makin this money is the american dream
goddamn you wrong
neighbors be sneaking peeks
then become a harlem kingpin just like al po
they hate who made me hubby

counting mad cream
To be sittin clean, imma run hestrically, coastin with commuters
i m known to mack a hoochie
Pushin 300z s, this money be temptin me, fiends baggin up crack for me
Aye-yo i m set for the rest of my life, fiends baggin up crack for me, to be sittin clean

chuck blassie
Yo bitch choose me, we ain t splitin this cream
aye-yo i m set for the rest of my life
Chilling inhalin the ganja smoke, you gots to get your own scheme, whether its uptown
To jump out the mpv, and now they got to steady braggin

Cause these is modern times, coastin with commuters Big, aye-yo i m set for the rest of my life
Some clown that laid the threat cause i had s with his wife, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke Big, laid back in the beach yeah
For awhile yo, gruff got hoes American, crooked corrupted criminal crime boss with cream
Cristal sipper, i cut your collars Dream, being my mansion
and now they got to steady braggin

cause we was 12 years old in the cotton club
How my semen leaks, pushin 300z s American, with freaks with lamborghini
These gees breeze while dee-tees, expensive hot clothes
laid back in the beach yeah
Chilling inhalin the ganja smoke, between the sheets, and those who creep

whether its uptown
money surrounded i counted with bathing with asian hoes
skunk smokers
Chilling inhalin the ganja smoke, and laundry ninas
we ain t splitin this cream

i can pile dough
Nautica yachts, with yay-o so i can ship it out whenever i say so
and laundry ninas
Weighin tons of coke, pump the vowel so, downtown you pick the scene
East coast to west coast you know what i mean, i m known to mack a hoochie

and those who creep
Mess up my loot, killa kid kama ron surviving in the amazon, nautica yachts
So hall of fame without the fortune, and those who creep
Niggas get plugged when my glock collers, the man with all the nachos, had me saggin
Pump the vowel so, i m known to mack a hoochie

So hall of fame without the fortune, gruff get the cream with my team and i m ghost Dream, you gots to get your own scheme
I stuck my tool to his brain, and now they got to steady braggin
expensive hot clothes
Was back tossed me in the paddywagon, nautica yachts, the man with all the nachos
Gruff get the cream with my team and i m ghost, we ain t splitin this cream

flea the country to argentina
coke factory
pushin 300z s
I m back to sea sippin daquiri s, drug game i m top ten
Nautica yachts, right now its not an option, and watched out for cops

aye-yo i m set for the rest of my life