Juice Magazin - Rap Star lyrics

[B-Legit] True worldwide player, got the game on lock Spendin' money, flippin' drops like I still slang rocks Still hit the blocks, light blunts when I swerve I do the speed limit cause I'm twisted and perved Hoes got the nerve, to turn they head and switch Like they didn't see me comin' in that big black 6' b**h please, I hit the horn when I pa** Got the homie out the window tryin' to rub on yo' a** Now peep the S-Cla**, Rolex Platinum And now you wanna come with the question askin' Do I ballplay? Yeah I play for the Jets Hillside, with money like Kevin Garnett Now can I get it wet? She say it's drippin' with juice And what I gotta do to ride the V-1-deuce? Sit yo' a** on my leather, and rub on my wood See we got notches in Cali, plus that p**y be good [Hook] b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar [Lil' Bruce] I tell a b**h I ain't got no motherf**in' money and laugh like it's funny Poppin' my Movado, sittin' low in a Eldorado, sippin' on a bottle Pimp drunk 'til the sun come up, sleep behind Denny's on Sunset Sweatin' b**hes about my money cause the album ain't done yet b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star, get the f** away from my car And hell nah you can't hit this weed, b**h walk 'til your ankles bleed Put the paper in my pocket please, she love the way I pop my P's I love the way she knock them G's like slangin' rocks in '83 I'm a pimp slash rapper like my cousin Mac the Most, slap a ho like me And never talk for free, n***a can't you see? It's for the money and the fame, and I see my money comin' With the vice on her a** in her high heels comin' around the corner runnin' I ain't trippin', I'm so cool, I'll pop the trunk of the Northstar And the b**h jump in and I'll sip my gin and smash off like a rap star (b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star, Lil' Bruce in a '99 Northstar) [Hook] - X 2 b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar [B-Legit] b**h I'm a turf boy, we don't f** at the house I'm to the cover suites, to put this dick in your mouth I'm on my paper route, can you contribute to that? And if not, can you send your homegirl for a sack? The "Highest n***as In The Industry", Smoke-A-Lot with Yuk' Bossalini, you see me, I gives a f** Stick 'em til they stuck, when the crap game starts I was told to have money, have heart I'm puttin' houses on the hill worth a million or more Marble on the floor with the french wood doors I flipped a old school, and still slang that Got the guns in the trunk, you don't want no funk I'm on a money mission, slangin' verse for verse Some premeditated and the others rehearsed I got the thirst, so bring it on like Sprite And we can make some sh** tonight, beotch [Hook] - X 2 b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar b**h I'm a motherf**in' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar