The American Dream (feat. Donnie Wahlberg) - Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch & Loleatta Holloway

Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin' skee? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin', G? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? I'm loungin' Here's a brief verbal lyrical masterpiece, Comin' direct from the Eastcoast beast, I release And increase skills of rhyme flowin' Reason for frontin' cause kids are not knowin' What's goin' down, Mark got styles you never heard, In Beantown I get more props than Larry Bird, It's open and closed caption rhyme and ruff raptioned Flirtation across the nation, Kids they make a verdict but yet They never heard it, On stage I get pervert-ic, On the mic I get absurd-ic, So act like ya know the flavors when it's Kickin' out, stickin' out like a sore thumb, ya want some? The double "M" got ya hangin' by a limb, It gets grim so never mistake me for him, While you're strugglin' for them punks pape's you're scroungin', Best believe that Marky Mark be loungin' Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin' B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? Oh shit in comes the trasher, Rollin' it's raps new harasser, blaster Comin' straight at ya to match ya Weak crew 'cause I'm a crew stopper, America's brand new pro 92' rhyme dropper, Set 'em up I bet I wet 'em up in a warm up, M.C.s please hit the shelter, storms up! Respect, eject off my rep, rap culture back up, Donnie D's raisin' the track up, Ya 'bout to see a fist full of fury, Better pay the judge and the jury, Or shit'll get blurry, I soak up the goods like hood, At night I live right, takin' airplane flight after flight, Major prop-age, cause I pump pure hip-hopage, Booty kids cease on the stoppage, check it Donnie D and M-A-R-K pounds, Lettin' off rounds when I lounge So, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin', B? I guess I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', Skee? You know I'm still loungin' B Yeah, how you livin'? I'm loungin' Yo how ya livin', G? I'm loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin' B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? I guess I'm still loungin' Skee Here's a fat sixteen from a potent M.C. Hey yo, I run the hardcore streets Flowin' raps over hardcore beats, the place heats, I hold my own when blows are thrown, Keep dippin' and stickin', Deliverin' and ass-kickin', The hoops and haps for havin' ruff raps, I trust that you better come prone for combat, And I figure I'll come bigger than your best man, For 20 grand do him in wit' an ill plan, So watch where ya step, it's trifle, Two barrels of a rifle, a straight up disciple, Comin' at ya, comin' at ya, comin' at ya ass and, Big checks I'm cashin', big heads I'm smashin', So if ya frontin' ya can't do shit for me, kid, So step before ya get swept, A hung like a hanger, big diesel wallbanger I betcha while you're scroungin', Monk D be loungin' Yeah, how ya livin, B? Yo I'm loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? I guess I'm still loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? I'm loungin' How ya livin', B? Yo I'm lougin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm just loungin', Cheese Yeah, how ya livin', Monk D? Yo I'm loungin', Cheese Yeah, how ya live? I lounge.

My father was a tattoo artist in Haiphong But his designs on mother didn't last too long My mother sold her body, high on Betel nuts My job was bringing red-faced monsieurs to our huts Selling your mom is a wrench Perfume can cover a stench That's what I learned from the French Then it all changed with Dien Bien Phu The frogs went home. Who came? Guess who? Are you surprised we went insane With dollars pouring down like rain? Businessmen never rob banks You can sell shit and get thanks That's what I learned from the Yanks I'm fed up with small-time hustles I'm too good to waste my talent for greed I need room to flex my muscles In an ocean where the big sharks feed Make me Yankee, they're my fam'ly They're selling what people need What's that I smell in the air The American dream Sweet as a new millionaire The American dream Pre-packed, ready-to-wear The American dream Fat, like a chocolate eclair As you suck out the cream Luck by the tail How can you fail? And best of all, it's for sale The American dream Greasy chinks make life so sleazy In the States I'll have a club that's four-starred Men like me there have things easy They have a lawyer and a body-guard To the Johns there I'll sell blondes there That they can charge on a card What's that I smell in the air? The American dream Sweet as a suite in Bel-air The American dream Girls can buy tits by the pair The American dream Bald people think they'll grow hair The American dream Call girls are lining time square The American dream Bums there have money to spare The American dream Cars that have bars take you there The American dream On stage each night: Fred Astaire The American dream Shlitz down the drain! Pop the Champagne! It's time we all entertain My American dream! ENGINEER and CROWD: Busboys can buy the hotel The American dream Wall Street is ready to sell The American dream Come make a life from thin air The American dream Come and get more than your share The American dream There I will crown Miss Chinatown All yours for ten percent down The American dream

Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin' skee? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin', G? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? I'm loungin' Here's a brief verbal lyrical masterpiece, Comin' direct from the Eastcoast beast, I release And increase skills of rhyme flowin' Reason for frontin' cause kids are not knowin' What's goin' down, Mark got styles you never heard, In Beantown I get more props than Larry Bird, It's open and closed caption rhyme and ruff raptioned Flirtation across the nation, Kids they make a verdict but yet They never heard it, On stage I get pervert-ic, On the mic I get absurd-ic, So act like ya know the flavors when it's Kickin' out, stickin' out like a sore thumb, ya want some? The double "M" got ya hangin' by a limb, It gets grim so never mistake me for him, While you're strugglin' for them punks pape's you're scroungin', Best believe that Marky Mark be loungin' Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin' B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? Yo I'm just loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? Oh shit in comes the trasher, Rollin' it's raps new harasser, blaster Comin' straight at ya to match ya Weak crew 'cause I'm a crew stopper, America's brand new pro 92' rhyme dropper, Set 'em up I bet I wet 'em up in a warm up, M.C.s please hit the shelter, storms up! Respect, eject off my rep, rap culture back up, Donnie D's raisin' the track up, Ya 'bout to see a fist full of fury, Better pay the judge and the jury, Or shit'll get blurry, I soak up the goods like hood, At night I live right, takin' airplane flight after flight, Major prop-age, cause I pump pure hip-hopage, Booty kids cease on the stoppage, check it Donnie D and M-A-R-K pounds, Lettin' off rounds when I lounge So, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm loungin' Yeah, how ya livin', B? I guess I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', Skee? You know I'm still loungin' B Yeah, how you livin'? I'm loungin' Yo how ya livin', G? I'm loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin' B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? I guess I'm still loungin' Skee Here's a fat sixteen from a potent M.C. Hey yo, I run the hardcore streets Flowin' raps over hardcore beats, the place heats, I hold my own when blows are thrown, Keep dippin' and stickin', Deliverin' and ass-kickin', The hoops and haps for havin' ruff raps, I trust that you better come prone for combat, And I figure I'll come bigger than your best man, For 20 grand do him in wit' an ill plan, So watch where ya step, it's trifle, Two barrels of a rifle, a straight up disciple, Comin' at ya, comin' at ya, comin' at ya ass and, Big checks I'm cashin', big heads I'm smashin', So if ya frontin' ya can't do shit for me, kid, So step before ya get swept, A hung like a hanger, big diesel wallbanger I betcha while you're scroungin', Monk D be loungin' Yeah, how ya livin, B? Yo I'm loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm just loungin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', G? I guess I'm still loungin', B Yeah, how ya livin'? I'm loungin' How ya livin', B? Yo I'm lougin', Skee Yeah, how ya livin', B? Yo I'm just loungin', Cheese Yeah, how ya livin', Monk D? Yo I'm loungin', Cheese Yeah, how ya live? I lounge.