Lil’ Wayne – The American Dream Lyrics

Mike Tyson talking

Uhhn! like mutha’fuck all yawl

Mr.Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all yawl

Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches

Click clack pow pow ping ping bitches

I’m the Dream machine I mean King vision

I can see through yo scene like clear screen

Hear me? to a lion you are just deer meat

Fear god fear me siry us us

Pe pi them try them and die when I say so

Weezy F hardful red go like Craig go

It’s all gravy tryna build like Lego’s

Betta “Let Go My Ego! ” with some breakfast on the table

Yea! n I don’t kno how fake feel nigga cause all my life I been a real nigga

Fuck ya girlfriend fuck ya hommie too

I drop bombs I’m in the booth in a army suit

And I’m armed to shoot and I’m a marksmen too

And you’re the target “oops! ”

And everything gets better in time and time is forever

And mutha’fucka it’s my time and I’m better

Mike Tyson talking

Hoe I go so hard

I’m so gone my I.D is a Post Card

I travel like bball with no calls

I play my roll and listen out for the roll ball

This is a movie and every movie must go off

But this gangsta doesn’t die like ODogg

Say wat up blood! what da lick read!? !

5 star general and the 6 peed

Still hood like thick cheese bitch please

Him squeeze quicker than the wind breeze

Niggas betta trim trees

Simply shoot yours empty if b turn dat thick cheese to swiss cheese

Folla me! a part of me!

Fuck around n see a whole notha side of me

I separate yo body with them hollow tips by allergies

Photographies, picture me in yo bedroom with a mask on

Pistol to yo head while you puttin yo pants on

Every man on offense singletary defense

Superduperextramuchreallyverystreet shit

That is how I keeps it R.I.P Beepsy

I do it how I do it cause I kno my niggas see me

And I’m a hold it down bitch hope that crown fit

The boy got a flow that you can drown in

When you in the water watch them sharks, when you in the water watch dat salt

Young Carter no floss that was so raw ohw!

Mike Tyson talking

HAHAUHWH!

Fuckin right I’m a monster

Sharper than a blade like Sticky Fingers or Sonia

Mortal Kombat Street Fightin like EHonda

Murk ya and da dummie dat signed ya wats reallly!

Are ya plastic?, gasoline on ya contract

Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a patch of bitches

Yawl niggas act like a bunch of bitches blood bitches we be in there tubed up

Blood bitches young niggas young money young niggas fuck pistols

We at yo window with scud mistles Young Carter!

Big nuts and they hung further than ya father’s

Uhahaha!