The Dean's List - Mauvais Reve lyrics

rate me

Gunshot, one block, hear another one drop,

Young one, grew odd, different fuckers grew old,

No one own us, no one can control us,

But I rap, so you deserve to know what

Needs to change, who’s to blame,

Hotties little kids just wanna play the game.

Boys and girls in this world,

Everything is anything, is always yours.

B-O, B-O, B-O, shit, Jesus, God, apostles, pop,

Your religion, catholic fry,

Ain’t a nigger tell you how to pray right,

No shoes in the prison so you’re lower, boy,

‘cause of death: too much sex,

Better love the pussy and it took his breath,

These girls wanna meet you, telling me the good punk.

These boys wanna be you, tell ‘em find a better luck.

Jump shot, deep thought, here, be a ball player,

For the bulls with the bulls, don’t belong here

Dream kill, kill a whole nation, waiting,

Young black patient, facing everything I couldn’t face

Right before the other day.

Other day changes, now we’re in the future,

Now you wanna boost a seat looking for some peace in the past

Mom, where’s dad? Working for the money in the country I left

You’re right, I’m wrong, you won’t fake death if I do it for a fan

Do it for a man, do it for the fans, do it with the plan,

I’m on my home alone trigger, nigger make a nigger say a case and nigger wanna grip

Better fight for the power, not a champagne shower,

Out with the truth, tell it aim it for the gold with the hot, make it gold,

Getting kind of old, compilation cold, hold,

If you wanna know, what.

I’ll be yelling power to the sky, why,

That is where my God lives, told me wanna die, bye.

These kids can dream, no, can’t they?

Let a nigger fucking live, don’t they?

I’m on my shit, momma

Tell a nigger what it is, okay.

These kids can dream, no, can’t they?

Let a nigger fucking live, don’t they?

I’m on my shit, momma

Tell a nigger what it is, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

In the middle of the heat without a belt bottom,

Hippie bitches in a nigger’s face,

In another city with a big of punches, don’t be silly,

Imma save it all in one place.

Gunshot, one block, hear another one drop,

Young one, grew odd, different fuckers grew old,

No one own us, no one can control us,

But I rap, so you deserve to know what

Needs to change, who’s to blame,

Hotties little kids just wanna play the game.

Boys and girls in this world,

Everything is anything, is always yours.

Wanna buy another bottle, wanna rock another chain,

Wanna fuck another model, wanna be another lame,

No God, no God, I swear, not me, not this guy,

Mauritia, mauritia, my sisters, I’m belay, say

I’d better be a role model, not a whole model,

Not a video vixen, listen,

I believe in all your dreams, all you girls do your thing.

But don’t fall for the radio, at Harris, at Harris.

Don’t fall for the radio at Harris, at Harris.

These kids can dream, no, can’t they?

Let a nigger fucking live, don’t they?

I’m on my shit, momma

Tell a nigger what it is, okay.

These kids can dream, no, can’t they?

Let a nigger fucking live, don’t they?

I’m on my shit, momma

Tell a nigger what it is, okay.