Big Dreams

Cool & Dre
 Back on the motherfuckin' Westside
 L.A.X. niggas, yeah
 Y'all know who the fuck I am
 I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird, I swear
 Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
 Posted on the block in them black Airs
 In that all-black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
 Yeah, that V-12 is roarin'
 Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
 I put them 26 inches on the curb
 Tell the hood I'm back, give me a corner, let me serve
 Swerve, I'm still dope, that's my word
 All I did was switch the kitchens and subtract all the birds
 Irv Gotti know I'm a murderer
 Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them
 If I was the old me, I would murder them
 Matter of fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them
 Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson
 I kill tracks like AIDS nigga, get infected
 The whole world been waitin' on him
 Here I come, drop-top Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em
 Look around, all the bitch niggas hatin' on him
 Mad 'cause I'm Chronic 2008'n on 'em
 Big cars, big wheels, big chains (yeah)
 Big pimpin', big money, big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams, dreams
 I get money like Junior M.A.F.I.A. used to
 On my way to school, ten thousand in my FUBU
 Lunchtime, I was sellin'
 Behind the bungalows, baggin' up rocks, the size of melons
 That's when the fiends start tellin'
 You can catch 'em on the couch, every day at four o'clock like Ellen
 Primetime nigga, is my time nigga
 Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine, nigga
 'Cause when the sun come up
 From behind the sea, niggas see me behind the B
 E.N.T., don't stand for entertainment
 It stand for zero to 60, anybody see where Game went?
 To the hood, parked crooked behind that chain fence
 And I'm goin' down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
 Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
 No, I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit (yeah)
 The whole world been waitin' on him
 Here I come, drop-top Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em
 Look around, all the bitch niggas hatin' on him
 Mad 'cause I'm Chronic 2008'n on 'em
 Big cars, big wheels, big chains (yeah)
 Big pimpin', big money, big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams, dreams
 Big cars, big wheels, big chains (yeah)
 Big pimpin', big money, big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams, dreams
 The Chronic, Makaveli to Doggystyle
 Bad influences, so my momma told me to turn 'em down
 She went to sleep, so my father said I could turn it up
 What did he care, he in the bathroom sherm'n up
 So I let that Dogg Pound rock
 Let that Ice Cube knock, 'til my sister pressed stop
 Soon as she left out, like Diddy, I pressed play
 That's when that Hard Knock Life, introduced me to Just Blaze
 I would sit in my room and just blaze
 Before chronic had all these funny names, it was just haze
 No hash, 'cause it was just haze
 And I would get so high, nigga that I would just gaze
 I mean, I was so amazed somethin' so fuckin' green
 Could turn this little-ass house into a maze
 Chronic 2001 got me through my hardest days
 And just think, my momma said marijuana was a phase
 The whole world been waitin' on him
 Here I come, drop-top Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em
 Look around, all the bitch niggas hatin' on him
 Mad 'cause I'm Chronic 2008'n on 'em
 Big cars, big wheels, big chains (yeah)
 Big pimpin', big money, big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams
 Dreams (dreams), big dreams, dreams
 You was wrong, momma
 Shit, I love you, but I'm still smokin'
 I love you momma!
 Chronic 2001 to infinity, motherfucker, haha
 Dr. Dre started it
 I just finished it! I mean, a-hem
 Picked up where the big homie left off, feel me?
 Haha-haha (it's Compton!)