Lyrics:
superstar (you'll be my boo)
Superstar, baby, I'm your number one fan by far
Superstar (one, two, three, four)
Baby boy, listen to me now (so what's
Superstar, Superstar, Superstar, Superstar
When you wake up each day does your reflection say
Not lonely at all, still crave the applause?
You're shielded by
Superstar superstar
How clueless do you think we are
Superstar superstar
Go stupid for the superstar
Superstar superstar
The hype is getting too
the bag to the head last night
All by myself had the beg last night
Listen to your anger on the other side
Understanding wondering why you Seem so right
I'm
Superstar Superstar
Superstar that's what you are
Superstar Superstar
I'm being tested now by life itself
I'm being humbled askin' for its help
that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga)
I only like
Street Wars
The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours
The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
Heads I be sappin' like
Yey yeah
Woh Wo oh oh oh
Your bwoy
You know am about to go beast mode
Been a Lotta trouble by the west coast
I been on my toes so I don't lay low
is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip
I'm far from a chump, I'm hardcore like Brooklyn
Mess with me and get your manhood token
Hardcore
undetected by the naked eye
So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie
Nowadays deejays bags of tricks, graphic
On some behind the back shit, catch it
stuckin' in my head 'cause of my emotions, don't want that, yeah
I don't wanna stay with y'all, you only wanna play with life, you know it, uh
Take your time
to be the best
Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
Off track like ODB, I'm too
Honorable C Note
Yeah, yeah
(Buddha Bless this beat)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars
wanna drown your wrists in diamonds
Spend a couple racks then we get it back (yeah)
Don't look at the tag, throw it in the bag
Baby you, you got me (got
a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP
from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET
The Bozack, I
a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP
from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET
The Bozack, I
of your peers
And losing some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how
superstars
I'm still not a superstar
As yet
But in future wanna be superstar
Own thoughts in the head materialize
And it's not important to become a superstar
it up (uh) in my Nike shoes and ran up a check (go get it)
Got monkey bullets in this TEC (brr), and it's takin' off your neck (gah)
Shots in
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
something up, send some messages
Ayo, ayo, I used to tell a maid
"Sunny side up"
Basement, a chainsaw, money tied up
Paper bag over his head, tell 'em come
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
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