D. R. E. A. M. Lyrics - Singles - Transplants

Drugs rule everything around me, 

fiend 

get the powder, 

drink another beer ya'll 

[x4] 

I keep it underground, like showbiz and a.g 

like Necro, cut you like Kid Capri 

they call me Diablo let the gun smoke 

like Rakim say, kid I ain't no joke 

I think when I'm not city scapin this 

If it's a law kid, we be breakin' it 

2001 we making hits 

so one for the treble 

two for the bass 

three for the nights that puts a lump in your face 

the streets might said I could never do 

catching motherfucking bullets for the crew 

I ride for my niggas 

die for my niggas 

Catch, abide, and get high on my niggas 

the bitch back breaker rapping decapitant 

diablo, eagles, MC, eliminate 

what up playa? MC, Slayer 

kill you in your dreams, muffle your screams 

put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend 

reppin three letter which are D.M.S 

spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest 

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It's Mr. hard to get along with 

you wanna write a song with 

any given time you can catch me with a bomb bitch 

think you catch me slipping? 

I think you better stop bitch 

I'll slip like Sugar Shane and leave your motherfucking wig split 

step back before you get smacked, no running from it 

you too, I'll take you to school, you ain't above it 

I stay raw, hardcore, have you screaming "no more"? 

bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours 

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Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King Gino 

you can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-ass stripper tied to my bed-post 

looking like Alicia Keys on her knees, licking the bag, just for a freeze 

ya know it's me baby caught you scrapping like it's nessesar 

Drinking, grab the coke, at the end of the bar 

we thug-killers, Ice Grill-as, who already out like a pack of gorillas 

you and your man get the fam, must be joking 

must be the dust you be smoking 

Call you straight up Cho Cha I gon ta heavy metal smoke-ya 

stomp your ass like a roach-a 

playing like ya moms, hit ya with the chancleta, Repa! 

Leading your man down to the coffin 

trapped in a dazzel like Christopher Walken 

now look who's talking, set me off 

They're dumb like a fuck with a cool-aid smile danny diablo 'k, the devil's child 

LA (rockin') 

The Queens (keep rockin') 

Transplants (rockin') 

Diablo (keep rockin') 

[x4] 

Drugs rule everything around me, 

fiend 

get the powder, 

drink another beer ya'll 

[x8]