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    American Dream

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    American Dream
    Released

    By Nelly

      About "American Dream"

      Lyrics for Nelly - "American Dream"

      [Chorus]
      Yo we be out man, fukin it up for erbody
      I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started
      Keep the tie man, its the American dream
      I'm just participating, my participation is game

      Yo we be out man, fucking it up for erbody
      I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started
      Keep the pie man, its the Americana dream
      I'm just participating, my participation is game

      [Nelly]
      I'm in this one one for the hotel, motel holidae inn
      Super A red and the rits call tins
      All my niggas who trying to ball, my niggas ballin
      All my sodiers and generals everybody faillin'
      Stop stalling, pick up the phone and call in
      Tell your boss you ain't gon make it to work in the mornin'
      And why you explainin' go ahead and throw a coffin
      And kindly explain that this won't happen often
      But I'm lost and I'm amazed I'm be willing ingaige
      I'll rage that niggaz think that derrty don't need a cage
      I should be put on display for the display i displaying
      Half you niggaz is dyin and all the rest are decaying
      I'm doin tracks in motels, steady rocking girls bells
      Kinda like a young Elvis, I ain't in nellyville
      I never squeal, not the type to kiss and tell
      But if I catch you in the shower I might kiss your tell

      [Chorus]

      [Ali]
      Now as I blast off, Kweezie writting movies rolling took that nass off
      Mostly leader will be a number runners, ass off
      I had every with dirty even, got a nascar
      And you know we fucked up at it boss
      Hey yo my radar read, maps in Japanese
      Clap at gs smack em back on there E's
      Drop on wacks, simple facts that rap needs
      And its always kris I miss and rap trees
      And I got my game, I said I got my game
      From the og's, smoking reefer moonshine
      Popping oldies, but the whole plane change
      Yo you know me, shipped in from cali got it home
      Cops and goldies, then we smash some ass
      Free autotericoop call nasa to do the numbers
      All the freshman from the vocals started firin' the booth
      Got more whips and chains, then I'm a start in roots

      [Kyjuan]
      Ali I'm sick of balling, unnecessary phone calling
      Man down pimp in distress, I think I'm falling
      For anything but the okie doke, I'm old school
      Like her and bonz and nukee ropes I can't stand them groupie folks
      They want me to turn around like this is hokie poke
      They want to break me down like erv before I choke
      I'm not a jack at all I'm quick draw mcgraw
      And number 20 on the Lakers couldn't hold me y'all
      I'm climbing over y'all I'm still scoring
      85 percent of y'all awake but still snoring
      Got knowledge yourself and now my style is much older now
      We dirty ent we all we got we hold it down
      I'm feeling cooler than cool, my wrist colder wow
      If there's a fashion king then I deserve the crown
      I'm you city, you dressing up I'm dressing down
      And you keep messing up, me and your girl goin' be messing around

      Chorus

      Murphy Lee:

      Aiyo I'm fresh out the gate, from the Lou with a grammy in my rezzie
      Nelly bought me a prezzie with a diamond in the bezzie
      Chicks taugh me how to walk, so when I run I'll be ready
      Females fans sayin that I'm there baby daddy WHOA
      More attention then Justin and Janet
      How I Midwest swing and how St Louis ram it
      Deerty ent dammit, got more bread than a sandwich
      And my writst got more nuggets than Carmello and Camby
      Look, I'm from the Lou and I'm important like the arts
      So tours look for me like an important part
      Find your talent use your talent get your money
      Or don't find your talent and don't use it and stay bummy
      But that don't owe me cause I built it from scratch
      My next shit is a house with a house in the back
      Man I'm been while since middle school
      I was that little dude that been round more waist lines than hoola hoops

      Chorus

      SONGWRITERS:
      CLEVELAND, ROBERT KY JUAN / HARPER, TOHRI MURPHY LEE / JONES, ALI K. / DRAPER, TONY FATILIO / ROGERS, WINSTON TAYLOR III / ALEXANDER, P. / HAYNES, CORNELL / EDWARDS, BERNARD / RODGERS, NILE GREGORY
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