Sangtekst: Game. L.A.X. Big Dreams.

Cool and Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am

I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird, I swear
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear

Yeah, that V12 is roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve

Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them

If I was the old me I would murder them
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected

The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad ?cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big chain
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams

I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school ten thousand in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons

That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen
Prime-time, nigga, it's my time, nigga
Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine, nigga

?Cause when the sun come up from behind the sea
Niggas see me behind the B
E N T, don't stand for entertainment
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went?

To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit

The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad ?cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams

Yo Jay, what it do, nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas

The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover

I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola
Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over
Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin'
The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin'

The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option
I'm back with Cool and Dre a.k.a. the monsters
And I got one word for you motherfuckers, Compton

The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad ?cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams

You was wrong, mama
Shit, I love you but I?m still smokin?, I love you, mama
Chronic 2001 [Incomprehensible], motherfuckers
Dr. Dre started it, I just finished it
I mean, [Incomprehensible] with a big homie that far
Feel me, I do