with fire rounds point blank now my dog is here black benz big rocks with my necklace on I've been real since I had the big ... bow It's the rock star life
soul, leave that alone Can't change your role, Big Daddy Low Don't break your back less than love Don't trade your love stars above And Marie, Marie
one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley said
how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga (Verse 1) Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites White sheets, white
convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime hood niggas look like stars Jewelry drip, fresh white
in talent I make up for it in discipline And go hard, so hard til nobody else is on my sonar, radar, or lane cause I Bogart Nowadays all we do is classic
out Young Money, D-town's all star [Tyga] It's Tyga No lion I'm eating No diner This species Don't diet Every milla fish Friday Squad deep Like the white
[Chorus] What happens when you get involved? N-ggas start telling lies (start telling lies) Both wanna be involved But loves like suicide Now that your
here for hip-hop Hi-hi-hip-hop This is my life, this is my life Hip-hop, until I die, until I die 'Cause this is my life, my life Hip-hop until I die
need is meyou don't need no agent" I'm a pimp ass nigga and the game don't stop "All you gotta do is fuck a few big shots Cause if you can't do that,
$hort rap Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black Why you wanna act like someone else? All you gotta do is just be yourself We're all the same
fofo?s In choke holds after getting chased by the po po?s You gon? ride solo or is you gon? group it? Or is you gon? think before you start being stupid
turn the radio on, keep hearing me (All day, everyday) Living the good life, good life Uh, huh, good life (Braveheartz) Sure as the world is turning round and round (Shit is
Yeah, I drive big ***, naw my license ain't right Still let the top drop back when it's sunny 'Cause life ain't nothin' but *** and money I don't know
up, talkin' bout, uhh Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin' barre Smokin' weed, sellin' white
your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair Guarantee
of paper to live here American gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is We