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letra de superstar - westside connection

[chorus]
while your shuckin’ and jivin’ howdy drivin’
rollin’ in my suv (westside n-gg-)
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 n-gg- bail naked
i got the formula double murder equal double platinum
i know these b-tch n-gg-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 n-gg- where your mug shot?
where’s your drug spot n-gg- yous a was-not
i can’t b-mp your sh-t if you never was shot
before you bust a verse n-gg- go sn-tch 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 f-ck your family out the royalty
your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
godd-mn that n-gg- can rap

[chorus]

[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 sh-t
who gives a f-ck if your money and game up to par
cause jail time and bullets make a n-gg- 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 n-gg-z
but most of ya’ll is cowards ain’t nothin’ like me
cause i’m a westside motherf-cker inglewood g
and f-ck 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 scr-pers
and all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
and i can care less about a battlin’ skills
cause when you b-mp mack 10 you get the real reel

[chorus]

[wc]
f-cked up down the game is f-cked up now
this new rapper got shot and looked up now n-gg-
f-ck 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
f-ck paula abdul i’m an american idol
with my alb-m 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 f-ck
if i kill me n-gg- won’t get shot in the heart
i can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
so bang this sh-t n-gg- hang that sh-t
you say you don’t but i know you love this gangsta-sh-t n-gg-
cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
like cops a radars ash and a and r

[ice cube]
to all my n-gg-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 sh-t sellin’
and if it got to be that way
a n-gg- murder me a rapper today
it just happened today
so if i come clappin’ your way
it’s just to sell what a n-gg- sold back in the day
bang this and my n-gg-z get dangerous
bang this with a four five stainless
bang this and the b-tches go painless
bang this if you want to be famous
bang this and my n-gg-z get dangerous
bang this with a four five stainless
bang this and the b-tches go painless
bang this if you want to be famous

- westside connection

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