Ray Luv - Everybody Wantz 2 B a Star lyrics

I'm gon' do my thing [ Chorus ] Everybody wants to be a star And live it up in California with the cleanest cars Hot tub, fast women, pull baddest broads Everybody got the same dream to have it all Well I know that everybody wants to be the one To get to blow the most dough and have the biggest fun Space age cowboy with the biggest gun Pop life in the spotlight - get you some (Well I know) Everybody wants to play the game Get paid with fame, wrist lit, neck stay with chains p**no flicks chicks, everybody callin yo name Old friends done changed, hatin how you ball in the game Video sets, Summer Jam, video s** Radio shows, royalty checks, designer clothes Rolls Royce with the suicide do's The only dream you and I know The promised land - ready to go? Livin your life the way you always wanted to live it MTV Cribs, Lamborghini without a blemish Mr. Right Now, number one without a gimmick Poised to perpetual ballin, n***a, without no finish Bet you wanna see your face on the cover of a Rolling Stone Or in the Source mag holdin a chrome Tyra Banks tryin to blow up the phone Can't even get in your house, player, teeny boppers surrounded your home You know? [ Chorus ] Rent-A-Cop, fashion shows, TV spots Got papparazzi chasin your Benz for blocks With your and your friends shot, ( ? ) pop Top-notch livin life on runways and movie lots (Ooh, she hot) Even women be gettin they coochie hot When they see you on Rodeo chargin the big mail Attention, Fendi, Prada, Chanel Dolce Gabana, pretty face for sale You know [ Chorus (2X) ] What better way for you to get mo' fame, see mo' pay First round draft NBA (But can he play?) Shoot jays and fadeaways all day Jokin with Ahmad, Rashad at the end of the game You're livin the high life, ESPN highlights Get checks of a fly type, s** with a fly wife (I wish it was my life!) True, I bet that you do And if was, nobody probably have it better than you And almost no one had mo' cheddar than you Mo' Gucci Coogi sweaters than you Mo' hoochie groupie letters than you If not this, then what else would you do? (Push crack rock or yak or try to work fast food) Don't make me laugh, dude I'd rather go dancin at the Playboy Mansion With June and July, gettin high with Marilyn Manson No lie, you know that it's true Which one are you, the wanna-be-a-star-too And have your own car too You know what I mean? [ Chorus (2X) ] Yeah though It's that Westside Straight up out the Lleyo Link Crew Hustlers Fem Diggle Ray Luv I'm doin it big Like my little brother Mitch That's how we doin it for 2K3 And we out See ya