Clipse - City of Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] The Carte Blanche is the way to view my life Twelve cylinders or more on any turnpike f**ed every b**h worthy on the East Coast twice All the baddest of hoes that want to turn dyke (Uck!) Triple beams and nipple rings There's no such thing as fantasy when you the king With life in the palm of my hands We came out winners from the village of the damned [Verse 2: Malice] Welcome to the city where anything possible American dream overcome any obstacle Rainbow hues just may lead you to a pot of gold Chain so chilly I believe that I done caught a cold But the flow nothin' to sneeze at D-colors all up in my ear like its feedback Bently, no roof, slide through with the seat back Never mind the price and the change I told 'em keep that [Hook: Kobe] Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare) So you better pack heavy Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare) So you better be ready [Verse 3: Pusha T] I'm livin' life at a faster pace Usain Bolt runnin' in a faster race Record deal is the king-pins masquerade Deep dimples in the D-Cup to masturbate We order sushi, s**in' on Edamame Textin' to her girlfriend, "I'm in heaven, mami" She in a fairy tale, I sell fairy dust I figure let the b**h dream, I've been fair enough (Uck!) I'm drop dead in that drop head Brick of powder in the trunk, that's a bobsled Gotta (Satisfy My Soul) that's what Bob said I think they really sell dope is what the blogs read The realest that wrote it, the illest that spoke it Couldda got life for some of the sh** quoted With every fact noted and the whole city gone In 20 double 1 I turn the scales back on [Hook] [Verse 3: Malice] Time's runnin' out on you n***as, the clock's tickin' The Clipse on Travis's track, the plot thickens Ya'll heard we fly with the bird, we cop chickens Malice done things to the coupe, the top's missin' The pot I piss in, sittin' on acres To the window I throw it out, I'm ballin' like the Lakers Haters, ya'll don't want the Kobe beef I serve it raw like I'm ODB And I can't be touched by none of ya'll, I got OCD And I'm nice with the keys too, Do Re Mi See, we play the scale, get the bricks off Miguel I back out the deal if somethin' don't sit well Double bag boy, my backpack like Big L I f**ed bad b**hes like Giselle But I don't kiss and tell 'Cept for love taps with the gat You n***as best believe that we scorched this track [Hook] [Sample] (Clipse, Clipse on Travis's, Travis's track) [x3] (All up in my ear like its feedback) (Like its feed, Like, like its feedback) [x2] (All up in my ear like its) [x2] (Like its feedback) (Like its feed, Like its feedback) [x2] (All up in my ear, All up in my ear) (Like its feedback) [x5] (Fade to close)