So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your
chorus: (B Real) So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
all round and round! from the first to the last, it is in the? passionate clear shit! all my nigger want my.. the hip pop is dying out! ..my rap poem. [
Justice League It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this Maybach music Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with two M's in it This living
Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under Rappers go six feat under You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
Cause I got all the material that has me lookin jazzy The MC patroller Pockets so fat, I flat em down with a dough roller Dead zone when I strike the microphone G. Rap
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.." [Kool G. Rap] Kool G. Rap for your first
Yeah, yeah yeah G. Rap that's gangsta (My life nigga) All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin' with you Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop '
Polo) [Kool G. Rap] I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer Kool G. Rap,
Play it again Polo, cause I just can't stand still I burn while the tables turn like windmills A swift reactor rap, to impact up the track ? I flow like
to a solo bozin for dolos Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo' So catch a flashback, of a G. rap track, attacked, like a
clip one check, clip two check, I'm set So let a motherfucker move a muscle When I tussle they'll be piecin' niggaz back like fuckin' puzzles 'Cause Kool G. Rap
drinking' beers I'm hitting' hookah by the dozen Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband Gavin' ya girl back spasms 'Cause G Rap has
Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice You do the crime, you're payin the price Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the
the plan and killed the man MC's got smoked without a filter and skunked them up like marijuana Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner You can't rip out, rap
media So rap alert for ya, devastate the area I'll give a grain of your lyrical mania Power source, and a G enforced, your headboards And they could be rap
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