| Yo, we are no superstars
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| Who wanna be large and forget who we are
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| Don’t judge us by bank accounts and big cars
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| No matter how bright we shine we’re far from being stars
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| Cause stars fall, and disintegrate before they hit the
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| Asphalt, they incinerate cause we came
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| Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
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| For those who appreciate those with skills
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| And fresh windmills, and graf that kills
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| What is a DJ without the scratch to build?
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| Without the elements, it’s all irrelevant
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| Niggas love to Freestyle but hate to Fellowship
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| Yeah, taste the city’s agenda, most of you outta town niggas
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| Get caught up and turn bitter, the city of bullshitters
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| Where hopes are blown, not even money for the phone
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| Now tell me what’s the solution, how to get back home?
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| Yo, don’t get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks
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| The Land of the Debt, before you come examine your set
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| Where drama collects and women use special effects
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| Where amateur stunts can make a nigga damage your fronts
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| Uh, the California Sunkist with a twist of limelight
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| Some set trip on the Sunset Strip
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| Belive the Hyde Boulevard nice, the glamorous life
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| Many searching for the fame but can’t afford the price
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| She would turn you out if you wasn’t prepared
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| She would tell you the things you wanted to hear
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| She would blur your vision when it once was clear
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| This chick is full of tricks so approach with fear, cause
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| Yo, we are no superstars
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| Who wanna be large and forget who we are
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| Don’t judge us by bank accounts and big cars
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| No matter how bright we shine we’re far from being stars
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| You say you love LA, you say the weather is great
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| Plenty sun in your face, you like the cars with bass
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| You like the way we paperchase and the women that shake
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| In the land of earthquakes and high crime rates
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| A lot of people is fake, this is Hollywood
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| We shape the minds of kids in every hood
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| We make your past situation look good
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| The nights filled with Suge’s and I wish you would
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| Can dance with Alvin Ailey and Les Miserables
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| In this century city, you can walk on the stars
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| Sex, money, and murder, yeah it’s all 4 to 5
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| Cause fame and passerby with the name immortalized
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| On the avenue of stars, many names are called
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| On the boulevard, known for leaving permanent scars
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| Many dreams get robbed, real movie macabre
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| Young heartthrobs get young heart sobs, cause
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| «Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Hollywood, California!»
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| The city of angel’s wings represents people’s hopes and dreams
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| And the evil that men do that live life close to kings
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| And boast supreme, fancy cars, coats, and cream
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| Material things provoke more folks to scheme
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| Whether you paid your cost, Cali green made you cough
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| The smog covers the city like a table cloth
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| Is it fame at fault? |
| Entertainers labeled soft
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| The place where people come to lose their train of thought
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| Despite the claims of what LA is and what it ain’t
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| The picture the city paints that overexaggerates
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| Within the circus, if you’re filling this service purpose
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| Some feel it ain’t worth it, the city that’s got you nervous
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| And make you injure, and get up out of here nigga
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| Cause LA never considered for those that need baby sitters
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| This is the hot bed for singles and newlyweds
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| Some looking for better gigs or fiending to make it big
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| It’s the only place where stars are born
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| And we are the only ones that can’t be worn
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| Out, by any place regardless of the cost
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| Cause brothers with big dreams, sometimes they get LAUSD cause
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| Yo, we are no superstars
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| Who wanna be large and forget who we are
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| Don’t judge us by bank accounts and big cars
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| No matter how bright we shine we’re far from being stars
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| Cause stars fall, and disintegrate before they hit the
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| Asphalt, they incinerate cause we came
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| Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
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| For those who appreciate those with skills
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| And…, and…
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| What is a DJ without the (scratching)
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| Without the elements, it’s all irrelevant
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| (I represent the real from the beginning to the end of it) |