Westside Connection - Superstar Lyrics

Artist: Westside Connection Lyrics
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Album: Track 14 on Terrorist Threats
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While your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside *****)
All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)
You know we're super super star (Staaaar)
[Ice Cube]
Everybody know jail records sell records
Imma catch a case come to court ***** bail naked
I got the formula double murder equal double platinum
I know these ***** *****z wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em
The rich a famous ignoramus
It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us
The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
Ain't enough ***** where your mug shot?
Where's your drug spot ***** yous a was-not
I can't bump your **** if you never was shot
Before you bust a verse ***** go snatch a purse
You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hurse
And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company
Try to **** your family out the royalty
Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
Goddamn that ***** can rap
[Mack 10]
Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say
It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K
No NO it don't matter how good you spit
If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your ****
Who gives a **** if your money and game up to par
Cause jail time and bullets make a ***** a star
But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures
Got these white kid fools like you some real as *****z
But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me
Cause I'm a Westside ************ Inglewood G
And **** sellin' records if I gotta get murd
I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work
And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers
And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
And I can care less about a battlin' skills
Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel
****ed up down the game is ****ed up now
This new rapper got shot and looked up now *****
**** a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface
I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous
Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you
Got my gauge right at you
**** Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle
Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough
The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a ****
If I kill me ***** won't get shot in the heart
I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
So bang this **** ***** hang that ****
You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-**** *****
Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
Like cops a radars ash and A and are
[Ice Cube]
To all my *****z lovin' chicken and watermelon
Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'
Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'
You got to be a felon to get your **** sellin'
And if it got to be that way
A ***** murder me a rapper today
It just happened today
So if I come clappin' your way
It's just to sell what a ***** sold back in the day
Bang this and my *****z get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the *****es go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Bang this and my *****z get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the *****es go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous

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