And she dance to this song and it goes Hey, now, now, watch her go down, oh We all got dreams and we all star reaching All star peaking, all star weekend
these stars For your heart on me, my California king My California king In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I've been California wishing on these stars
take me through And with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even
fees with a wrist full of G's Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase Now Puff rule the world, even though
It don't matter, clap your wake up and do a shakeup Nobody badder, since the, baby finksta I was in the playpen waitin' for kids to enter Shit, I even
ll get a chance to see you When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide? Clouds filled with stars
THAT'S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY) They even called the office
S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY) They even called the office
me in the dance floor doin the dougie trucks sittin too next to yo buggy chorus x2 swizz beats verse dont even call me swizz no more call me kaseem
shame you don't hear me though And I'm far from a lame, I'ma gigolo I get paid just to spit the flow And I can't even explain when I get at yo You know
you have your mind so preoccupied on a motherfucker, you can't even wake your ass up You too busy dreamin about me! You motherfucker! I don't even know
your mind Fantasizing Come with me If you want to go far, far Let me take you to the stars, the stars (I'm gon? take you there) We don't even need a
, hili bay yo We getting Arab money We getting Arab money Hala sheiki, ha lini falla Mili ha lan shi inni mala We getting Arab money We getting Arab money Seven star
gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These n*ggas be droppin' songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and that n*gga ain't even home, yet! yeah
Harley rock the party move ya body wassup, wassup everybody start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start it up (vroom, vroom) start
And make 'em feel good like the first and the third Take you back when I was sixteen, wit a bankroll Posted on a corner like a light pole They used to call us track stars Before they even
you Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous Them alphabet boys gotta us under surveillance, ayy Like animals they lock us in cages The same nigga that's a star
in gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These n-ggas be droppin songs they ain't even cold Weezy on top and that n-gga aint even home, yet!