Lyrics:
Princess Superstar

m like Nope! Everyone was trance dancin with their hands up I still had my pants up But then she go. Princess: Sweep your feet with the beat unique get

t let the look fool you My ex is on Ex I'm a sex symbol and no sex My Lex -no Lex my Tech decks are all wrecked But I'm Princess Superstar and I got a

Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways Chillin'

Ms. Princess that's me Ms. Princess, fuck you if you nasty Need 411, son, just ask me I'm everywhere you wanna be Ms. Princess that's me Ms. Princess

An animal orchestra if you please Suits! You're getting pawprints on all the CD's I'm in love with the music biz Operator! David Geffen, ring me through Princess Superstar

been good, well pretty good, at least in my mind Please let me sell a lot of records at Christmastime CHORUS: Lalala La La La La There's one Christmas Star Princess Superstar

Baby you got what I need Try to sleep I haven't slept, try to eat I forget Shit where's your number hope that's the one I kept Now we just met and I suspect

(talking) Okay Hunnie, now the name of the resterant and my cell phone number are on the referigerator. (uh huh) Don't be afraid to call if you need

(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) With Kool Keith Girl: Irina. Bass: Walter Sipser Shaker/Digital Scratching: Curtis Drums/Keys