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Terius Youngdell Nash (Born September 20, 1977), better known by his stage name The-Dream, is an American singer-songwriter and record producer. He is known for co-writing chart topping hits such as "Baby" for Justin Bieber, "Umbrella" for Rihanna and "Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)" for Beyoncé, as well as for his three solo albums, Love Hate, Love vs. Money, and Love King.
Terius Nash was born in Rockingham, North Carolina and moved with his mother, Reva Nash, to Atlanta at the age of 3. He played trumpet, drums, and guitar as a child. His mother died in 1992 when Nash was fifteen years old, an event which would inspire him to write songs. He states that the death of his mother gave him a "soft spot" for women, which he credits to his desire to write songs about female empowerment such as Rihanna's "Umbrella". He moved in with his grandfather, a concrete mason who instilled a strong work ethic in young Nash. Of his grandfather, Nash recalls "He came out of a bad time for blacks in the South, but even though we lived in the hood, we had a boat, some cars and a house that was paid for. So I’ve always had a different outlook on life. There’s nothing I can’t do."
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
The other day a friend gave me a call
He said that the dream team was playin' basketball
Was so excited I had a get a witness
The first time the NBA was in the 'lympics
I tuned in because I was hella psyched
To see Magic Johnson on the same team with Mike
Gettin' crazy and havin' lots of fun
We were makin' sure that they got the job done
The fans were wavin' the red white end blue
It seemed strange to me was it strange to you?
The brotha's on the street and everyone is scared a ya
So how could ten Africans represent America?
Bullshit it didn't mean a thing 'cause in the same year
We saw Rodney King
So I thought that I would put a team together
A team that I have been waitin' for forever
Well some of you may know exactly who I mean
But if you don't then let me introduce you to
My dream team
Spearhead in the area
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Well chuck D's announcin' flava's, flava's doin' color
And halftime entertainment is by Dre and Ed Lover
Malcolm X is the coach he's drawin' up the strategy
We're choppin' appart all America's anatomy
'Cause they're the ones we're up against of course
Our general manager is chief crazy horse
Huey Newton 'cause he was extra hard
He's the one who would be playin' at the shootin' guard
I dreamed Charles Barkley would be played by Marcus Garvey
He'd be throwin' people off his back and makin'
Sure they never got a rebound rebound and he'd throw it to the outlet
Nat Turner 'cause he can turn the corner when he's out there
He be flyin' through the air and throwin' passes like he really doesn't care
Behind the back and in between the legs
He's handlin' the rock as gently as an egg
He's throwin' it into Angela Davis's neighborhood
She's postin' up down in the extra hard wood
When she grabs the pill and then she puts her shoulder down
Get out the way because she's gonna throw down now
Boom oh my God, I just can't believe it
Well get another backboard or better yet leave it
We always play for fun, we always play for keeps
The game is over and the loser's gotta sweep
Up the glass that we busted in the ass
Set the record straight about America's past
This is my dream team
Spearhead in the area
Dream team's in the house
Dream team's in the house
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Well after doin' that we be headin' for the ceremony
And on the heart is a bunch of baloney
The spirit of the '68 Olympics
Black power people can I get a witness
Fist in the air this is the proper manners
While Jimi Hendrix is fuckin' up the spangled banner
Up into the sky miles Davis blows a horn
Look into the bleachers, it's Bill Clinton sellin' popcorn
So now we jump and we have a celebration
Shaquille 0'neal would provide the entertainment
To some of you this is a far fetched scheme
But to me, I'll tell you what it is
This is my dream team
Spearhead in the area
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
Red black green, red gold green
I wanna be the American dream
But I need you right next to me
If I'm ever gonna feel free
Will you stay awake all night with me?
We can fall asleep tomorrow
Will you hang on to every word I speak
From now on?
Because I wanna be the American dream
But I need you right next to me
If I'm ever gonna feel free
You know when you're good
And you know when you're not
And right now baby
I am near the top
You won't be seeing much of me
This coming year
But I'll check back up on you
If you wait here
But every time you leave me
I swear to god it gets much worse
When I lean in you'll say goodbye
I bet I'll choke on my damn words
As if they're ever really worth singing
I wanna be the American dream
But I need you right next to me
If I'm ever gonna feel free
I wanna be the American dream (woah oh oh)
But I need you right next to me (woah oh oh)
If I'm ever gonna feel free (woah oh oh)