Like This Lyrics - What Dreams Are Made Of - R. City

So you think you can diss the international bad man dem 

Straight outta Virgin Islands, we don't play no games with no kinda jokey boy 

Ya done know how we walk and talk and kick up like this and gwan like this 

She say she never hear nobody talk like this 

Sag in ah me pants, make me walk like this 

Flag in ah me pocket make me rep my clique 

Soon as it drop you know we rock like this 

She never see me put it on the map like this 

She never know poor could ah look so rich 

She never seen nothing turn to something so quick 

Soon as it drop she say, that's my shit 

You ain't never hear nobody who does rap like this 

Put the Virgin Islands on the map like this 

Ghetto yutes, that's why we does act like this 

Rock City get this muddaskunt pack like this 

It's our time now, just watch like this 

A bunch of middle fingers to the cops like this 

Ain't nobody else rocking Gucci chains like this 

Island Boy Cartel and you know we run this 

(Woah) 

Burning too hot 

(Woah) 

Damn we won't stop 

(Woah) 

Screaming more fire 

(Woah) 

Lighters in the sky 

(Woah) 

Somebody call F.E.M.A 

(Woah) 

Mucho gasolina 

(Woah) 

Screaming more fire 

(Woah) 

Light up this arena 

She say she never seen know doors lift like this 

She say she never see nobody fresh like this 

Didn't know island boys dress like this 

Ain't heard this since Bad Boy 96 

Never seen nobody from a dot like this 

Where man sell crack lick shot like this 

Come out ah the slums and write all these hits 

Can't nobody never ever do it like this 

I bet them island girls burst a wine pon this 

If Biggie was alive you'll probably hear him on this 

I do it for the hood 'cause I know they want this 

Every rappers gone want put a verse on this 

It been a while since I hear a track like this 

Get the whole Caribbean on mi back like this 

Lick a shot bo bo bo bo like this 

'Cause ain't nothing hard like this 

(Woah) 

Burning too hot 

(Woah) 

Damn we won't stop 

(Woah) 

Screaming more fire 

(Woah) 

Lighters in the sky 

(Woah) 

Somebody call F.E.M.A 

(Woah) 

Mucho gasolina 

(Woah) 

Screaming more fire 

(Woah) 

Light up this arena 

Yoo, yuh done know dem Virgin Island man in di building 

Rock man Cruz man, BVI and St. John 

What you saying? 

Yuh done know we representing all de ghetto yute dem around de world 

All de man dem out here that just trying make a better life 

For they self by any means necessary 

'Cause man out here struggling for real 

And we gotta do whatever it is we gotta do to survive 

'Cause that's what dreams are made of