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Snorin like a motherfucker, stretched on the couch 
Slobbin on my pillow and I'm droolin at the mouth 
And now I'm havin dreams cause I'm in a deep sleep 
But I ain't Dream About no motherfucker named Jeannie 
Shit was intense, it had me sweatin like crack 
Sorta like a horror flick for every motherfucker who dissed the black 
People was gettin done, we had em on the run 
Killin em all, one by one 
Cause niggaz in the hood was finally gettin together 
No more set trippin, with cappin each other 
Brother to brother, hand in hand 
Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, ready for action and 
all you seen was niggaz and ?-kickers 
Bailin on this mission, ?hesta? coalition 
Checkin through the vicinity, for enemies 
and if we find any they gon' get treated like Reginald Denny 
Oooh, the shit was cooler than a motherfucker 
Never thought the day'd come when I could wear the other color 
without gettin hit up, sweated or shot on the scene 
Sparked up, it had to be a dream 
But anyway, back to the - story 
that I'm, tossin - listen up when black folks are talkin 
Niggaz was in the streets runnin wild 
and tied to this car it was Officer Colonel Colin Powell 
And bein that bitch-made's was the first to go 
Pete Wilson was on the side stripped out his clothes 
Tied to the back of a six-fo' 
and it was draggin his ass up and down the Segundo 
Uhh, now whassup nigga with the shit that you was poppin 
You ain't bannin shit, motherfucker! 
Then told Colonel Powell to turn his ass over, and from the back 
they placed both of they hands down on his shoulder 
Surrounded by a gang of niggaz he screamed loud 
"I'm sorry for bombin Iraq!" but they still fucked him doggystyle 
And that's when my dream started gettin good 
My dick was rising and rising ready to break wood 
Cause now we lookin for the residence 
Thirty thousand gang members on our way to Washington 
And the National Guard couldn't fuck with us 
cause in my dream we had guns blowin up the helicopters 
Bailed in the White House, deep 
Caught you-know-who in his motherfuckin sleep 
You comin back with us to South Central that's what we told him 
before we stuffed him in the back of the lo-lo 
Got to the hood, now it'ssssON! 
Now it's time for him to pay the piper, for doin us wrong 
Cause now the tables was turned and on the top we stood 
Robbin motherfuckers for they manhood 
And even the old folks was down, fuck em up, hang em high 
is what they screamed out the crowd 
And that's when I heard a gunshot 
and his body fell back and his brains went SPLAT 
Now here's where I finally woke up 
Sittin in a puddle full of nut 
Heard a loud siren then I ran to the front 
Hopin ain't nobody I know; they got the fuckin yellow tape up 
Damn, they laid my homey in the street 
Another victim of gang violence, created by the beast 
And to think just a minute ago 
Yo I was dreamin this bullshit ceased, we killed the real devil 
But I guess it was just my, imagination 
that one day we can all live as one 
Man fuck it, no matter how real it all seemed yo 
The shit was only a wet dream.. 
.. fuck this is back on again

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