Botany Boyz - Imagine Dat lyrics

(D-Red:) On the rise like steam, was it a dream when they valeted my big six When the baguettes bling from my ring, was your mind playing tricks Calicoe with beam mug mean, and a team down to get lit Coast to coedine sacks of green, and a suitcase full of bricks 400 Lex and private jets, taking worldwide flights Avoiding plex cashing checks, and bought a home in the Heights Game sharp like spikes blind out sight, when I roam in the lights Ain't down to get stung by n***az like Nikes, so I pack my chrome in a fight It's far beyond your imagination, deeper than your mind could wonder Surround by sound knocking like thunder, flossing my 2000 Hummer Now all the freaks that use to high side, want me to dig out they womb And all them s**ers that call me fly, claim they my A-boom coon They see the Bentley and the Rover, and the rocks on my hand They see that lot behind the mansion, for my chopper to land Plus my c.d. on the rack, selling out back to back Led to my picture in the Source, holding a platinum plack imagine that (Hook:) Hummers and Bentleys, helicopters and jets Calicoes glocks, gauges choppers and techs Armani units and gators, Guccis and dob hats Blazing fluffy endo sacks, plus a vault full of stacks (Head:) Imagine me H-E-A-D, in the limelight shining like glitter Locking on mics with vicious bites, like the Hardest Pit in the Litter Big Shot game spitter, H-Town hard hitter Hogging the road staying blowed, got the rap game sewed like a needle Never known as a quitter, Cloverland gon stay off the chain Baguettes hang spelling my name, while I'm gripping the grain in the rain Worth a couple of mill and some change, still roll bumper grill on them swangs Leaving a stain with my 3rd Coast slang, stick in your veins like fangs Imagine my name on a banner, promoting a show in Atlanta Long distance call from Alabama, pulled up my Prime Co. antenna Booked a show for ten thirty, called up C-Note, Will and Dirty Hopped on the jet popped up Moet, then floss the set bright and early While haters bump, I know them chumps couldn't picture me living this well Pick the lock 3rd plot, they out now watch the Big Shots that sell Imagine me giving up my hustle, stacking my paper legit Imagine me dropping a double c.d., and every song be a hit Imagine my struggle and pain, break through the clouds and the rain Now I got your eyes in a strain, from platinum braces and chains First cla** round trips on a plane, two week vacations in Spain Shed tears and smudging a shame, since Gator gone thangs ain't the same Big Shots remain to maintain, collecting stacks wrecking tracks Flossing Lincoln Lex and Lacs, nothing but ballers thugs and macks And gator shoes and Gucci slacks, and Botany hats and Clover tats Blaze a dub and endo sacks, when Dez get back imagine that (Hook:) Benzes and Rovers, Navigators and Lex Mansion gates yachts and lakes, princess cuts and baguettes Ballers and thugs, playas and macks A million units selling, bringing platinum placks (D-Red:) Vision me on TV screens, dobbed out in ice bezeltyne Grill on gleam just like sun beams, while I flow as smooth as the stream Pockets stacked up 'drolics and jacked up, Roley packed up with stones Ripping tracks up hanging placks up, endo stacked up in zones Shiny black over chrome, reflection straining your vision Dropping tops crawling 4's, two prone swanging and twisting Baguettes hanging and glistening, boppers claiming and choosing Is this chain full of rocks, or is it just an illusion Giving this rap game a bruising, confusing s**ers with static Abuse the mic when I grab it, like dope do smokers and addicts Can you imagine my medallion, swinging full of Marquice's Can you picture platinum Roleys hanging, out of Carnices Can you love it when I shine, are you gon hate and be swoll Can you feel when I crawl down, with long haired stallion creole Had the weed had the weight, so some of these n***az had to hate It's in your face so congratulate, no longer no need to imaginate imagine that (Hook:) Hummers and Bentleys, helicopters and jets Calicoes glocks, gauges choppers and techs Armani units and gators, Gucci's and dob hats Blazing fluffy endo sacks, plus a vault full of stacks Imagine that (x5)