Letras:
Dodge Theme

Paul Cain with me Street dreams I'm what street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call

niggas, out of towners And rap niggas, and ball players Cause we ball player We chop it up with them trap niggas We Outkasts, we big boys Ludacris with them

da Customas , nigga I us to be them all black B.M. From da A.M. to da P.M. fiends call me da G.M. I was da General Manager watchin' them baggin' Grammys

say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly What you thought? Them was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly? See them

with an attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted

, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin

say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly What you thought? Them was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly? See them

ball like you sittin' with Phil at ten car caravan Aston Martin's and all them hood whips them Cutlass's them Cadillacs's that leather be grippin' them

try doing me you're do or die Dropping them like a Mack, and smacking them like a weak bitch, nigga don't even twitch Cause them I'ma have to pull the