Black Man's Dream lyrics

[Hook: Ludacris]

See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride

Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends

Yeah I guess you say I’m living out the black man’s dream

See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride

Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends

Yeah I guess you say I’m living out the black man’s dream

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Punish all these niggas

Fucking all these bitches

Buying every diamond, every weapon in existence

Terminator X, I’m a public enemy

Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy

Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily

Sex, money, murder, I’m investing all my energy

Billionaire eventually, hustler of the century

Source cover, Man of the Year, envy me

One for the money, two for the hoes

Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose

Smile for your camera while your whole face froze

Stack up all them bodies I’mma whole case load

Middle of December I will melt your fucking snow

While my price is high, I get you dealt with for the low

Black man’s World, white man drugs

No discrimination for my Mexican plugs

[Hook: Ludacris]

See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride

Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends

Yeah I guess you say I’m living out the black man’s dream

See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride

Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends

Yeah I guess you say I’m living out the black man’s dream

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Check me out, it go one for the money

Two for the hoes

Three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose

Nigga roll it with precision and fuck an intervention

I’m the boss muthafucker don’t need nobody permission

You can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens

Girl face upon my lap, now that’s a head on collision

We find out who been snitching then these niggas come up missing

Yeah the chopper see right through it got x-ray vision

Now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen

Get your money then get out, you better make the right decision

Or you might be clanking metal maybe swimming with the fishes

But I guess it’s do or die for these black man riches

So I bought myself a Rover and a Beemer for the Mrs

Chrome lips all on the whip and yeah that bitch be blowing kisses

Now some niggas may not like me cause I never flip the bird

But these niggas gon respect me mark my muthafucking words

[Hook: Ludacris]

See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride

Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends

Yeah I guess you say I’m living out the black man’s dream

See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride

Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride

Making white man money

Supplying all the fiends

Yeah I guess you say I’m living out the black man’s dream

• Artist:Rick Ross
• Album:Ashes To Ashes (2010)