A Real Bad Dream Songtext
von Kris Kross

I went to sleep kinds early on a Friday night
Trying to catch me some z′s instead of caught me a fright
I fell into a dream of me being deep in the gang
Slanging, gang banging, you know what I'm saying right
I′m staying on the corner with amount full of guns
Fresh from the store, flashing my bankroll
Every day I'm in a doogie suit taking a look
And if I had to, it ain't nothing for me to shoot
Boom, boom, boom, in the game that′s how you with it
13, now I′m 14, I'm a kingpin
I′m tossing and turning saying mad what will it be then
And if it don't, I′ll probably choking on a Mack 10
Somebody hit me on the phone
[Telephone rings, picks up the phone] Hello? (Hey yo, Kris, man. Casey's got got smoked. Yeah man)
Man, now I′m tossing and turning up more
Cause somebody told me that my homie just got smoked
I'm glad this ain't the real deal ′cause if it was
A nigga like the miggity Mac would′ve took weeks comes
And I ain't with a stealing of chilling of getting a tag
I never, ever have to come close to a body bag
I′m glad we didn't get caught up and did the right thing
Cause that life′s a nightmare, a real bad dream
A real bad dream
A real bad dream
A real bad dream
Break 'em off some