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letra de dream killer part 2 - couch potato

[intro: schoolboy q]

yawk! yawk! yawk! yawk!

[hook]

ain’t your momma tell you not to mess around with guns
ain’t your momma tell you not to mess around with thugs
just like you, i was curious and dumb
well then, tell me
is this what you looking for son?

[verse 1]

if you don’t know what happened
i’d like to take you back then
recap then, to back when i started buzzing from rapping
even though n-ggas was laughing at my pain and my p-ssion
cds i kept on handing, became the main attraction
black jag had pulled up with black men in black suit
“you can join my label, couple pesos and i got you
with merchandise, radios, websites, stage shows
here’s my card little homie, when you ready say so”
called him, met up, gave him half of what he asked
homies told me he a snake and i should just p-ss
deals off, “man said i want my money back!”
“no refunds! didn’t you read the contract?” -dial tone-
that got me mad, then i spazzed like
“don’t let me catch you up on the ave”
“i’ve got power you can’t match. tell me what you’re going to do about that”
banged on him, call my guys like “bring the whip, we about to ride”
hopped in that two-door with two fours on each side
-clock ticks-
after an hour p-ssed, saw the coward, hit the gas
my n-ggas blast, -gunshot- “missed the f-g”
hopped out to chase his -ss
he sees us coming, jumps in an alley or something
hops out with a shotti, said some words and started dumping
now i’m running back, turned bergen ave
jumped behind a whip shots hit the gl-ss -gl-ss shatters-
i fire back, better think fast or i’ll end up in a body bag -gunshots-
how that sound, young till i die because i might die now -gunshots-
i’ll be d-mned if i don’t make it out
hold up, i think he reloading, then i open fire -gunshots-
next i’m hearing sirens -sirens-
two-door pulls up with screeching tires
“let’s go! it’s 5-0!”
before we hit the gas
i made sure to put a bullet in the tires of his jag
ok, forget the cash
i trashed his whip, i’m good with that
in the rearview, i see he’s mad
when the po-po pulled up on his -ss
shotgun in hand, i don’t know if he complying
i heard shots fired, mossberg sh-lls flying -gunshots-
by that time, we blocks away
ran up in that crib and prayed
on the real though, tomorrow night we celebrating (celebrating)

[hook]

- couch potato

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