Scott Storch - All I Dream About lyrics

Remember when rappers had swing like Wimbledon? Now they all ash like Arthur, just simpletons Peons, underlings, slaves to my utterings... Remember when rappers had swing like Wimbledon? Now they all ash like Arthur, just simpletons Peons, underlings, slaves to my utterings Pinky rings like nice things down tight jeans Lick nut up like melted cones of ice cream Freaky b**h make a preacher stutter, yeah Sneaky b**h try to f** your brother, yeah But still come home and meet your mother No prob Keep in in the fam like Kennedy Johnny, Bobby If she got a hot mom I can f** [?] f** her 'til her knees wobbly It's just a hobby Go ahead girl, work your body My p**n star name is Smackula Bram Stroker No cards, dick hard, it's strip poker Bust on the sofa Protection on like you granny couch f** [?] 'til she pa**ed out [Hook:] [Pooh Bear:] Kiss my brain 'fore you kiss my neck, show respect One track mind, all I think about is s** (Yeah) [Bishop:] Benzes, rims, yeah, spark is so tremendous Get the money first, it comes with the b**hes [Pooh Bear:] Kiss my brain 'fore you kiss my neck, show respect Mind in the gutter, all I dream about is s** (Yeah) [Bishop:] Benzes, rims, yeah, spark is so tremendous Get the money first, it comes with the b**hes p**y n***as never learn And as the world turns Another p**y whips and tricks what he learns I'm fire, give you third degree burns It makes you make a pimp cup out your urn It's my turn You had yours Had who*es I got 'em running naked 'cross marble floors On all fours, yes, all four Bent over on the couch playing hardcore And all for the four, yours truly Hop from p**y to p**y like a p**no movie Do we See the picture clear, rappers disappear My rhyme is fine wine, get better year after year Jealous n***as I swing on I lump up your forehead now you look like a Klingon I lump up your forehead now you look like a Klingon b**h n***as better leave it 'lone or bring it on [Hook] Say here we go, another rapper talkin' 'bout material Forgive me, I used to not have milk for my Cheerios Now I cash checks [?] [?] knocking [?] in the stereo Imagine top models and extra large Magnums Rip that freaky sh** Then I leave that hickey b**h Yeah I'm on that player sh** Got that free agent pick Plus I don't need no stress my girl to flip From Long Beach to South Beach, n***a, in a heartbeat Macking b**hes down on College Street Yeah they so enticing Sweet like icing But before we get to f**ing let me see your license My n***a D got the Rover and the Lambo Hater get close, I'll crack your tooth enamel Ain't it funny I'm a backpacker getting money Old school droppin' fools Guess I'm just that clumsy [Hook]