
Date of issue: 28.07.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Starships And Rockets |
Starships and Rockets in a world that don’t give a damn |
Bullets fly past me, who can I trust |
A player doing the best I can |
If you set yo' mind free baby |
Maybe you’ll understand |
Starships and Rockets, in a world that don’t give a damn |
Verse 1 (Eightball): |
As the sunsets, I take off my specs |
Sit down and collect, my thoughts of another day in the past |
How it don’t last like it use to last |
It’s common place to get yo' ass splattered from a gun blast |
Not trying to preach, just trying to reach out and feel me |
I chose the righteous path and now people are out to kill me |
Killing myself, advertising suicide |
Explaining formulas for black on black genicides |
In other words I apologize |
Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified |
Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit |
But through it all man, I’ve always been a lyrisct |
]From high school, to a hole in a wall, shotting pool |
On top of the world, and a nigga still paying dues |
Singing the blues, cause saturday morning mom bumped it |
Love and happiness, Al Green and the Trumpets |
Rolled up in my brain with that hay and hen |
Using God giving talents, slanging wealth and sin |
Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 proof |
And all around me, my world is turning to |
Verse 2 (Eightball): |
Look at the asteroids wizzing past you |
Video taping everything with they cameras flashing |
They caught me dashing out the studio, with the 2 inch tape |
]From the hood to stage it just ain’t no escape |
]From the devil, no matter who you are it’s hard to beat 'em |
]From the TV that 'cha watching to the food that 'cha eating |
We been jackomentally, by the enemy |
And sometime the enemy could end up being kind to me |
Space Age pimp flexing, detectixing plexing |
Friends turn to foes trying to be slicker than Westin |
Lessons get taught by the one’s fucking up constantly |
Pressured by they peers, distracted by they eyes and ears |
Nigga’s sell they souls trying to get the goals in |
End up wonderin' were the bump in road end |
Then again time won’t stop tickin' away |
You won’t get shit if you don’t get on up and get it today |
New shit turn to old shit quick |
While we killing each other trying to impress a bitch |
Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 proof |
And all around us, our world is turning to |
Hook (Randy): |
Starships and rockets in a world that don’t give a damn |
Bullets fly past me who can I trust |
A player doing the best I can |
If you set yo' mind free baby, maybe you’ll understand (what) |
Starships and rockets, in a world that don’t give a damn, yeah, yeah |
Don’t 'cha know we got starships, and rockets |
Got bullets all around me, yeah |
A Can ya feel me, can ya' feel me |
We’re living, livin' |
On Pluto, and Mars, and Mercury |
Starships, and Rockets |
Say everybody hear what I saaaaaaaay |
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Say It To My Face ft. 8Ball, MJG, Bun B | 2005 |
You're Everything ft. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8Ball | 2018 |
Paid Dues ft. CeeLo Green, 8Ball, MJG | 1999 |
Bitch Get Down ft. Bun B, 8Ball, MJG | 2020 |
So High ft. 8Ball, Trey Songz | 2006 |
Put Your Hands Up ft. MJG | 1998 |
Iceman ft. Young Buck, Scarface, 8Ball | 2005 |
Middle Of The Night ft. 8Ball | 1997 |
We Started This ft. CeeLo Green, 8Ball, MJG | 1999 |
All One Me | 1998 |
Cruzin' ft. MJG, Three 6 Mafia, Slim Of 112 | 2007 |
Don't Flex ft. 8Ball, MJG | 1999 |
Get It Crunk ft. 8Ball, MJG, Thorough | 1999 |
No Pain ft. Don Trip | 2012 |
Daylight ft. 8Ball, MJG | 1999 |
Nobody But Me ft. 8Ball, MJG | 1999 |
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