Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Superstar, artist - Fat Pat.
Date of issue: 02.03.1998
Song language: English
Superstar |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down like a superstar |
If you really wanna know, who it be? |
It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D |
Player haters, wanna know who I be |
The capital letters, F-A to the T |
Coming down slow in my candy red drop |
Everybody looking at me, but I don’t stop |
Thangs done changed in the game, since way back |
Cause I done came up, a playa got wodd stacks |
Now broads on my jock, got to back-back |
'Cause everybody wanna be with that Fat Pat |
Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G |
Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hand, see |
Paid in full, make stacks |
So a young nigga don’t know how to act |
So I think back in the game, when broads use to diss |
Now I’m coming up, and them shops can kiss |
A real player’s ****, 'cause I’m crawling down slow |
Come up in the game, just to let everybody know |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down like a superstar |
If you really wanna know, who it be? |
It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down like a superstar |
If you really wanna know, who it be? |
It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D |
It’s been a long long time, in the game |
21 young, and I finally got my fame |
Dollas and cents, can’t let it change me |
True to the game, so the fame don’t amaze me |
Living my life, as a hustler |
Doing this dirt, since a youngster |
So Mr. what you saying, ain’t doing nothing to me |
Got to come with it, if you really wanna do me |
I remember back in, 90 what 3 |
Me and Bamino, was in the J-A-G |
Boys ain’t like it, I don’t really care |
Cause down in H-Town, we was born to be playas |
Broke my paper down, I’ma still make my ends |
1996, came hopped off the Benz |
Boys in my face, like it wasn’t really nothing |
That’s why I came down, chopping on them buttons man |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down like a superstar |
If you really wanna know, who it be? |
It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down like a superstar |
If you really wanna know, who it be? |
It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D |
Hit a lick I came up, I’m back in the game |
I came up, and now a playa got a bigger name |
Now I got fame, I ain’t the one to blame |
Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim |
A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T |
Living in luxury, doing it like a O. G |
Everyday, all day |
I’m starched down, piece on my neck I don’t play |
Ike will spray, leave candy red |
Came up out the shop, and I turned a lot of heads |
Got new friends, cause I got ends |
When I came back, I picked up a bubble twin |
Old school partnas, like Blunt and Chris |
Everybody know, we do it just like this |
Syrup and lemonade, with Sacci shades |
We gon parlay, and I just say |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down like a superstar |
If you really wanna know, who it be? |
It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down like a superstar |
If you really wanna know, who it be? |
It’s Fat Pat and the boy Mike D |
Yeah, ooh, yeah |
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah |
Hoo, yeah |
Player haters, wanna know who you are |
When you coming down, like a superstar |
If you really wanna, who it be |
It’s Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D |