Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Star Cry, artist - Foxy Brown. Album song Brooklyn's Don Diva, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Star Cry |
| Lord have mercy, I’m so controversy |
| Bet you’ve never seen a star cry |
| I gave you my life; |
| my blood, sweat, and tears |
| Hip-hop's bad girl for ten fuckin years |
| See I know how it feel to wake up fucked up |
| How can the spectators say Fox is stuck up |
| How can y’all judge my life, like I ain’t have struggles |
| Sometimes I feel like I live inside a fuckin' bubble |
| I work hard for mines, baby, I’m a thoroughbred |
| And I don’t care what channel 5 and the haters said |
| I will not cower, I will not conform |
| I’ve been through this rap shit too long |
| And vverybody wanna know 'bout Fox |
| Cause I’m the most controversial young rap bitch in hip-hop |
| And please don’t shed me no tears, I need y’all prayers |
| The feds on my back, tryin to give me five years |
| And my P.O., stay tryin to violate me |
| That’s why I make sure my piss is clean, my wrists is gleam |
| And my whip is sick, my six is mean |
| Paparazzi take flicks and see how the bitch lean |
| Uhhh, I’m every black girl’s dream |
| Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen |
| I spaz if you tempt me |
| Only black bitch to get press like the white bitches, Paris and Lindsay |
| Allow me to tear it all down |
| You gotta get the fuck back up if you fall down |
| Can’t stumble or crumble, or let 'em see you drown |
| And I swear with every tear that I cry — I’m here now |
| Imagine how it feel to see your world torn down |
| This is not Fox that’s speakin — there’s no more Brown |
| Let me reintroduce myself and tear the wall down |
| Hold up — Let me take the platinum plaques all down |
| Let me take off my jewelry, the ring by my middle finger |
| Nice to meet you again, Hi, My name is Inga |
| I cry real tears — cuz I’m a real person |
| Look beyond my fur coats and Chanel purses |
| Put aside the Christian Dior, and look inside my soul |
| And see I’m just a little insecure |
| I’m just like y’all — but I probably hurt more |
| After thirteen years I feel I deserve more |
| And I single handedly changed the whole rap game |
| Bust a shot when y’all mention my name — Blockaaa, Brown |
| Only a bum bitch snatch bags and all that |
| It’s 2007 — what the fuck you call that? |
| Yeah they jumped me — I had five bitches on my back |
| And I emerged unscathed without a motherfuckin' scratch |
| About an hour later, got all my shit back |
| Every motherfuckin' piece — bitch, I AM the streets |
| I’m Brownsville to Bedstuy, Flatbush, and the East |
| What other rap bitch could touch Brooklyn concrete? |
| Home of the crooks, and — step in any hood in Brooklyn |
| Bet you’ll still see my Louboutin footprints |