[Intro: Sampled singer, (girl)]
ooohh.. ooohh... (You go girl)
If they could only be real (Buddha, Buddha, wake up)
If they could only be real (Buddha, baby, wake up)
If they could only be real (Buddha! Buddha, get up!)
If they could only be real (Buddha, what's the matter!? Get up!)
If they could only be real (Buddha! K-Blunt, Spiritual, he won't wake up!
What's the matter with him!?)
[Buddha Monk]
In the land of the dreams I visualize to stay alive
Thirty-six brides and a mansion that stands high
Gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Diggin in my stash, shit is movin too slow
Time to re-up, so I could live up, the lap of luxury
Thirty-two g's and a beam, that's a man's dream
There's gonna be a lot of cuttin ass tonight
Knowin that you might be that nigga that has to pay that price
The desire of my trust, it was just a fuckin lust
(In the land of my dreams) there's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
In there any shape of figure we could ever trust?
