Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna Be A Star, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Official Space Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Junkadelic
Song language: English
Wanna Be A Star |
Yeah baby |
You just got out here? |
What, on Amtrack or Greyhound? |
Oh, my name is Kool Keith (yeah) |
Anyway, be careful |
You know, people don’t care about you here |
Everything’s kind of phony and plastic |
Gimme a call |
Don’t think twice… |
I taught pretty girls the ropes |
I gave them money |
When they was hungry |
When they were starving |
I put 'em on a spot |
And dressed 'em up real hot |
I was their father watchin' cops on that sunset block |
Right in Denny’s, I caught 'em cryin', countin' pennies |
Straight off the Greyhound, you need a place to lay down? |
Don’t worry 'bout me |
Back home, how mommy be? |
We on our way, each girl today makes a G |
We pay them full, the top queens stick with me |
I’m out there cold, blank from the black hole |
I keep scopin' 'em, national recruitin' 'em |
Brothers get cheap, I still throw bags of loot to them |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(I'm out here for you) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(Let me take that) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(I'm out here for you) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(Let me take that) |
I lay back with feather brims |
Rings in the Cadillac |
Teach my little girls, babies, show them how to act |
I hit the Vegas scene with models from a magazine |
Everybody tested, no HIV, the staple’s clean |
Movin' well, my pockets grow and comes swell |
We’re on our way, the Beverly Centre shoppin' everyday |
Platinum blondes and black girls I took from conds |
LA Express, advertisin' shapes, all sizes |
My Macquarie, immaculate, pumpin' every year |
Sharp with shoes, dance royal blues |
Suits from Paris by the De Marris |
I gets mine, my best girl is a dollar sign |
No harsh beatings and whippins, just mental power |
I close the doors and do my preachin' for an hour |
You out there, I’m still here. |
Who bought your new hair? |
(Think twice…) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(I'm out here for you) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(Let me take that) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(I'm out here for you) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(Let me take that) |
I’ve got mattresses, and all types of beds |
My game is too large, with stacks payin' off the feds |
I’m overridin' that boyfriend, fake married game |
You out here hungry, no place to stay, what’s your name? |
My rent is so high like eyebrows above your eye |
Applications are there, and girls do apply |
Don’t cry, you need a place to go beddie-bye? |
I’ll take you there, by you clothes everywhere |
Fix your weave, beauty parlors give you new hair |
Braids and action with new style like Janet Jackson |
You be smilin' with cheeks out, showin' satisfaction |
Upscale limits, with foxes on the front scrimmage |
LAPD under tables, wanna work with me |
From New York City, the operation’s lookin' pretty |
Run with models from Italy, just hit the lotto |
Asian girl, mixed with black, with a Jheri curl |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(I'm out here for you) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(Let me take that) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(I'm out here for you) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(Let me take that) |
You ran away from home |
To be a big star |
(I'm out here for you) |
As the stars twinkle, you look |
At the city of lost angels |
Out here |
With nothing to eat |
Cold weather |
Sittin' in Denny’s |
For a glass of cold ice water |
Come and have a cup of tea |