WC - Superstar lyrics

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WC - Superstar lyrics

[Hook] While your shuckin' and jivin' I'll be drivin' Rollin' in my SUV (Westside n***a) 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 I'mma catch a case come to court n***a bail naked I got the formula double murder equal double platinum I know these b**h n***as wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em The rich and famous ignoramus It's kind of heinous with the picture of the world that he paint us The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got Ain't enough n***a where your mug shot? Where's your drug spot n***a yous a was-not I can't bump your sh** if you never was shot Before you bust a verse n***a go snatch a purse You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company Try to f** your family out the royalty Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back Goddamn that n***a can rap [Hook] [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** Who gives a f** if your money and game up to par Cause jail time and bullets make a n***a a star But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real a** figures Got these white kid fools like you some real a** n***as But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me Cause I'm a Westside motherf**er Inglewood G And f** sellin' records if I gotta get murked I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work And it ain't but a few real k**as and scrappers And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers And I can care less about a battle with sk**s Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel [Hook] [Ice Cube] f**ed up down the game is f**ed up now This new rapper got shot and looked up now n***a f** a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll done created a murderous Brazen tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you Got my gauge right at you f** 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 f** If I k** me a n***a won't get shot in the heart I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park So bang this sh** n***a hang that sh** You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-sh** n***a Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together Like cops and radars, ash and A&R [Ice Cube] To all my n***as lovin' chicken and watermelon Talk broken English and drug sellin' Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin' You got to be a felon to get your sh** sellin' And if it got to be that way A n***a murder me a rapper today It just happened today So if I come clappin' your way It's just to sell what a n***a sold back in the day Bang this and my n***as get dangerous Bang this with a four five stainless Bang this and the b**hes go brainless Bang this if you want to be famous Bang this and my n***as get dangerous Bang this with a four five stainless Bang this and the b**hes go brainless Bang this if you want to be famous

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