Lyrics:
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I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head
and bags from Chanel (uh)
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel (uh-huh)
I gotta whole lot of money in the car
Been around the world flexing like a superstar
Icy on my wrist I could be a movie star
Now we eating good food
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
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
Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best
Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
at your nose, get your Suddafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black
I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu,
and seizure
Banged before, ain't forgettin, go 'head start, all your crap
and get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven
Routine stops, how
the real ones up in the bag
Ransomed your piece, best believe it was me
The draco sing loud, when it tear through the streets
Say he a Christian but sin he
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
know my name
Better play the rules that's in my game
One like at a time to build my fame
Just grabbed myself a n by ew duffle bag
Gucci or Louis, don't
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
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
I like about superstars?
I like my superstars to be out there jump out
The window! Be like Prince with
Your ass out i may
See it and say, "Damn, she
This some shit you gotta spark up to
Some chill cool shit
Sound like it's made by The clchemist or something
cight but listen listen
This song ain't
at all
Pull up in a garbage bag
Or nothing at all
Bury these hoes in a body bag
Or nothing at all
Body bag
I'm going far with my Telfar
I'm a superstar
know i'm by your side
Can you be my superstar for just one more night
Yah, but I can see you in the stars tonight
And anytime you need a ride, just know
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
the plague
The living death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's were working on a cure
That would
The superstar life
The superstar life
The one I dream at night
Success after success
I don't blame you
Tryna be me
Cause you live your life and it sucks yes
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory, my hardcore
alright
Repeat that song get it stuck in your head
'Cause your life force strong this your daily bread
The Greatest Superstar of all mother fucking time
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