"Paisley Dreams" lyrics
The Game & Big Hit Lyrics
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
Ooh
Father first, real nigga second
Red stripes on my Adidas 'cause can't nobody check 'em
Born with no direction so I carved out my section
You got to live life until just waking up become a blessing
Westside legend, my fighting style Tekken
But I've been in mortal combat so if the TECs fly, let 'em
Gonzales Park legend, 'til I had to make my exit
Too many souls lost at the Central and Rosecrans intersection
I guess that's my confession
'Side from that I got a question: where'd coke come from before they gave it to the Mexicans?
Never mind that's too complex when you ain't got time to be reflecting
One blink and you in heaven
Niggas off with your necklace
Southern 50 cal', you cook it, they gon' test it
Sniff lines that we crossed right off that gold Lexus
'Round here we call that big hit, some things never change
'Cept 213 to 310, everything yap is still the same
Strip the whole game down and leave Earth just how I came
If they ask, tell 'em Hit-Boy robbed this motherfuckin' train
(Hit-Boy)
Menace to society, who ain't forgot what happened to Caine?
So I tightened strings on my Cortez and stay in my Denver lane
Black man, Black man
You know what's gold in black sands?
Golden gloves, black hands, shackles feel like diamond bands
I don't understand, I don't agree, I don't consent to nothing
Fuck a guilty plea, I ain't never sneak shit through customs
I ain't got a 3D printer making ghost guns and miniatures
All this fucking fentanyl, Blood, they playing us sinister
Big Pharma, new diseases, big dollars
Big doctors, big nurses, big plotting, big working
Issuing out the wrong medication
Really trying to merk you
Pops went in, stomach hurting
But ain't make it out alive
Crackers swept it under the rug, called it COVID, let it slide
Fuck a lawsuit, I'm calling all troops
Calling Keyways and Woos
They called us "primates" and "spooks"
We took the whole NBA and renamed it "Hoops"
Made it cool to smoke weed
Spiced it up, called it "Fruits"
Put a twist on the sex slang, we called it "knockin' boots"
Unc used to violate, back to back, all the time
In prison all his life, now this shit is legalized
The truth is in my eyes, you ever seen a Blood cry?
I'm looking in the sky, asking Pac and Eazy, "Why?"
Do we go from the pen to the pen
Black woman to Black man
Black child to my Black friends
Black-on-Black crime, admitting my Black sins
Sitting with my Black thoughts in the back of my Black Benz
Black tops on the Black top, poisoning the Black fiends
In Black neighborhoods, erasing the Black dreams
Black soul, taken from a Black king
Leaves a broken Black heart inside of a Black queen
Black queen
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
Ooh
Father first, real nigga second
Red stripes on my Adidas 'cause can't nobody check 'em
Born with no direction so I carved out my section
You got to live life until just waking up become a blessing
Westside legend, my fighting style Tekken
But I've been in mortal combat so if the TECs fly, let 'em
Gonzales Park legend, 'til I had to make my exit
Too many souls lost at the Central and Rosecrans intersection
I guess that's my confession
'Side from that I got a question: where'd coke come from before they gave it to the Mexicans?
Never mind that's too complex when you ain't got time to be reflecting
One blink and you in heaven
Niggas off with your necklace
Southern 50 cal', you cook it, they gon' test it
Sniff lines that we crossed right off that gold Lexus
'Round here we call that big hit, some things never change
'Cept 213 to 310, everything yap is still the same
Strip the whole game down and leave Earth just how I came
If they ask, tell 'em Hit-Boy robbed this motherfuckin' train
(Hit-Boy)
Menace to society, who ain't forgot what happened to Caine?
So I tightened strings on my Cortez and stay in my Denver lane
Black man, Black man
You know what's gold in black sands?
Golden gloves, black hands, shackles feel like diamond bands
I don't understand, I don't agree, I don't consent to nothing
Fuck a guilty plea, I ain't never sneak shit through customs
I ain't got a 3D printer making ghost guns and miniatures
All this fucking fentanyl, Blood, they playing us sinister
Big Pharma, new diseases, big dollars
Big doctors, big nurses, big plotting, big working
Issuing out the wrong medication
Really trying to merk you
Pops went in, stomach hurting
But ain't make it out alive
Crackers swept it under the rug, called it COVID, let it slide
Fuck a lawsuit, I'm calling all troops
Calling Keyways and Woos
They called us "primates" and "spooks"
We took the whole NBA and renamed it "Hoops"
Made it cool to smoke weed
Spiced it up, called it "Fruits"
Put a twist on the sex slang, we called it "knockin' boots"
Unc used to violate, back to back, all the time
In prison all his life, now this shit is legalized
The truth is in my eyes, you ever seen a Blood cry?
I'm looking in the sky, asking Pac and Eazy, "Why?"
Do we go from the pen to the pen
Black woman to Black man
Black child to my Black friends
Black-on-Black crime, admitting my Black sins
Sitting with my Black thoughts in the back of my Black Benz
Black tops on the Black top, poisoning the Black fiends
In Black neighborhoods, erasing the Black dreams
Black soul, taken from a Black king
Leaves a broken Black heart inside of a Black queen
Black queen
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
