Daydreamin'

[Chorus - Prodigy]

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers

Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer

Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers

That brand new car smell

We sceamin' daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.

The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make

Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough

So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

[Verse 1 - Prodigy]

Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food

cereal in the white box, with powdered milk too

my moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want

we put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks

its cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz

with the weak ass velcro, looking ridiculous

I knew way back then we had to step it up

Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us

Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Coney

Everyday and night, just so we can got songs done

We had guns, weed, and a couple of fourties

If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone

We used to watch video music box

and pray maybe one day we could get a shot

Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V.

From money that they made off the block

[Chorus - Prodigy]

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers

Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer

Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers

That brand new car smell

We sceamin' daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.

The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make

Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough

So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

[Verse 2 - Havoc]

My day dreams, is more like nightmares

A vigi, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares

My friends did a turn cause it's not they turn

Or how the streets gonna be, when they release fur

When I get that million bucks, will I remain the same

Or will I have to get at niggaz cause they sayin' I changed

Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech

When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat

I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad

A far cry from what a dream, was all I had

Do I got the right team, or they riding for cash

Would they jump in front of me, when them cameras flash

Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass

Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash

Gotta collect receipts cause that bitch uncle sam

Invades your space when you evade his tax

[Chorus - Prodigy]

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes, and four wheelers

Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer

Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers

That brand new car smell

We sceamin' daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.

The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make

Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough

So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more