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