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
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
see me from afar girl you know who im are A ghetto superstar in a hell of a car (Gucci Nigga) A ghetto superstar its a hell of a life Rosemary not
cold flip and set trip then I dip and that's it van city all-stars you know who you are the notorious superstar just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
the cold steel The heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage threat The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar
frontin, ain't saying nuthin Killah priest remains calm, yet carry on Go ahead sing your song, claim you have the dons Rap superstars look cute with your
Cold blooded, cold blooded, hard core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh cold blooded
we should have been home in the bed Restin instead, Tony took two to the head He never made it [Chorus] [Lil' Zane] I went hot summers and cold winters
'Cause with that bullshit I'm not concerned See me and my brother jump in the BM Driving around our territory again I stop at the light like a superstar And automatic weapons cold
nine Everyone on the wall, that's what the cop said "Everyone complied, except Bald Dread", he said "Blood cleat boi me nah hafa deal wit' dat Yo, I'm a superstar
to the chants of [Jam Master Jay cuts up various samples to form "Run, D.M.C."] [Run] Well I stomp and chomp, all comp-etition Make break and take you cold
the chants of Run-D.M.C., Run-D.M.C. Run-D.M.C., Run-D.M.C. Well, I stomp and chomp all competition Make break and take you cold on a mission Raise
I shine like a star You see me from afar, girl, you know who I'm are A ghetto superstar in a helluva car A ghetto superstar, it's a helluvalife Rosay
'm taking off I'm so high, so high Looking for a shorty to break me off I'm so fly Made it to the club everybody know what's up Superstar status through
Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up I put a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R an' T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part
to creep, creep, I pull a gun up I put a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R, and T Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of
the back Uh, I know you see us You wanna be us With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas Plus I ride around in two-seata's I hope it's cold 'cause I'm comin'
I'm here to change to your whole life girl So you don't deal with clowns And treat you like the superstar that you are 'Cause I'm a superstar too and