Tim Armstrong - D.R.E.A.M. lyrics

[Hook] Drugs rule everything around me Fiend get the powder Drink another beer ya'll [Verse 1] 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 ba** Three for the nights that puts a lump in your face The streets might said I could never do Catching motherf**ing bullets for the crew I ride for my n***as, die for my n***as Catch, abide, and get high on my n***as The b**h back breaker rapping decapitant Diablo, eagles, MC eliminate What up playa? MC Slayer k** 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 [Verse 2] It's Mr. hard to get along with You wanna write a song with Any given time you can catch me with a bomb b**h Think you catch me slipping? I think you better stop b**h I'll slip like Sugar Shane and leave your motherf**ing 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 [Verse 3] Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King Gino You can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-a** 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-k**ers, 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 going to heavy metal smoke ya Stomp your a** 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 f** with a cool-aid smile Danny Diablo, the devil's child LA (rockin') The Queens (keep rockin') Transplants (rockin') Diablo (keep rockin') [Hook]