Lyrics:
Couple demons at my neck boy let me at em
Too many diamonds on my neck they throwing temper tantrums
Jesus Christ in my ice I'm cold as the Atlantic
I
Hope everybody listening to this
Has a very happy time at
Christmas and has a good
Fortunate, lucky New Year and a good
Time to be had by all
of the slide
Where I stop, and I turn, and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
: Once upon a time
There were two balloons called
Jock
It feel like ninety six
It feel like ninety six
It feel like
It feel like ninety six six six six
Dro starr
It feel like ninety six
Still shifty
It
come a star
I’ll become a star
My papa you go stand by me
Make i for grow old
Make i for become a star
Make i become a starr ahh
So far, so good oh
I Dey
huh
MOEY All StaRrs, you ain't know you better learn it
MOEY All StaRrs, do it all oh yeah we learned it
Top we finna perm it
I got no time to skirmish
my wrap
Mellow mannered but they
Know by now keep the
Hell up outta my route
Hoe boys riding coat tails
We are nothing close of a pair
If you don't
arrive I never check the time
And I slide through
People talking shit on Starr like what the fuck he gonna do
I'm Planet Destroyer oh yeah I'm Beerus
Smack
on
Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I
I'ma do the same thing)
Yo, we got a contract on the table from Atlantic Records
What do you think?
Well every rose has its thorn, and if I could
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
Remember back when you were here
The funny moments
Got jump scared by the hallway mirror
I'll never forget
Lost the tv remote in your hands
Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
The first time we flew it
It was ? and cramped
The vodka running out half-way across the Atlantic
Even the steward screamed and joined in it
emotions
Sinking planes in the Atlantic ocean
You can run from my devotion
But you better sleep with one eye open
Last time we were together
I destroyed
by the harbour wall?
In Galway, Galway, Galway shore
Where I first saw you smile
The first time I heard you call my name
Where those big Atlantic
in order of preference
my preferred disposition
would be in 22 minutes
the sun
would collapse, then react
then expand
and take us all by surprise
uh huh
G4
uh huh
I ain't worried bout yo last
She ain't worried bout my past, bout my past
Gas by the bag
Champagne by the glass, by the glass
Celine
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
you, you, you
Let's go, Starsky and Hutch man
Fire and Stick
Light ya blunts up, light ya blunts up
Yo, yo
[Fredro Starr]
I'm 'bout to hit
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
I woke up feeling the sunshine
Drift across my face
It took me back to emotions
From another time and place
Those yesterdays
Cruising in my
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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