Tekster:
Fabolous Street Dreams

Baby girl, Desert Storm I can't really explain it, I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my baby girl

Street Dreams (Yeah, yeah) I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you No you hate the way I'm street dreamin

the chips, how many the range can fit She just changed a bit, since I got the hang of it That's right we got the hang of it Mike shorey Fabolous Street

Uh, it's the d-d-damn, ha ha, yea Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself When he gettin' closer to them girls be like Damn, it's the wife beater wish

on the record and bless it like Gus Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows The M

should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand

y'all niggaz gonna make me one For real, leave me alone, shit You fuckin' with the wrong one brother I'm telling you I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin

the tongue and nipple But I ain't know you had a ring in it too, I can tell when they came 'Cause they start spelling my name like FABOLOUS I got a

would show it off and thick as hell For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well And everybody, up North that's sick in jail I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail The street