Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Superstar, artist - Nappy Roots. Date of issue: 09.02.2017
Song language: English
Superstar |
| Five stars and hammers |
| Whole city in the slammers |
| Killing niggas on camera |
| My lil homies dying for grandma |
| keep flippin' |
| Keep my name prolific |
| Keep my nose in my business |
| Just want money, clothes, and bitches |
| Used to wanna for snitches |
| Anything with a witness |
| How you ask for forgiveness? |
| When you never planned to repent this |
| Both my parents went through hell |
| Just so I could prevail (prevail) |
| Couple stories can’t tell |
| still nigga feel |
| That’s just life homie, I swear (swear) |
| Leave the block, I dare (I dare) |
| Got my fellas expunged |
| End of day, nigga, I won |
| Made me a pie outta' a crumb |
| Fightin' deez till I’m numb |
| All holding me down |
| Shed a few tears in all of my songs |
| Why you wanna act like you hate us? |
| (hate us) |
| We on the front pages of your papers (the papers) |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars (guess that makes us |
| superstars) |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars |
| Why you wanna' act like you love us? |
| When we wearin' nice and when we bust guns |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars |
| Alright I seen it then on CNN |
| They did him in, it was calm, I seen his hands |
| I ain’t seen no gun, shot that man up for no reason |
| Showin' the cop with a hole in his top |
| And I ain’t talking bout' capri sun |
| So many murders be unsolved |
| Including the ones the police done |
| We in the news more than movie stars |
| Guess that makes us superstars |
| Flashin' lights from the trooper cars |
| And we blowin' smoke like a hookah bar |
| Paparazzi got cops on tape |
| But their hands caught up in the cookie jar |
| Judge let him off with a warning |
| She should’ve thrown the whole book at y’all |
| Black neighborhoods where the shootings are |
| Guess that makes us shooting stars |
| Take the law in our own hands |
| Cuz' we don’t really know who to call |
| To the officer who performed Philando coup de gras |
| Do you tell the teachers before you shoot him |
| Explain to your students why he ain’t gonna make it to school tomorrow? |
| We turn them red and blue lights into a disco ball |
| Then we dance on 'em |
| We dance on 'em |
| Turn them red and blue lights into a disco ball |
| And then we dab on 'em |
| Hit that dab on 'em |
| You see how they pull up? |
| (skrp?) |
| They wanna' be just like us (skrp?) |
| Turn them red and blue lights into a disco ball |
| And we gon dance on 'em |
| Gon' dance on 'em |
| I got tunnel vision, life flashes |
| Feelin' a little bit outcast’ed |
| It’s southern cadillac’ing |
| In the good old days when guns were blasting |
| Hanging around some drunken bastards |
| Fighting, scheming, wishing, dreaming |
| One day the playing field is even |
| Change is coming. |
| Don’t believe me? |
| Some are dying way too easy |
| We get Swiss cheese, they get paid leave |
| Front page news, for one day please |
| Stop killing us, cuz' it’s building up |
| I don’t give a damn |
| I won’t give a fuck |
| We can burn this bitch down |
| Startin' with this town |
| The revolution, as real as it sounds |
| It’s killing season |
| But what’s the reason |
| We hustlin', a few cities and |
| I don’t have a weapon, you can see these hands |
| Another black man, trying to feed his fam |
| And the police man get the same chance to live |
| But what’s so sad: this happen way too often |
| And it feels like every damn day we done lost one |
| Talkin' to my son, tell him he gotta use caution |
| But I’m seeing the light, comin' out tha darkness |
| Why you wanna act like you hate us? |
| (hate us) |
| We on the front pages of your papers (the papers) |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars (guess that makes us |
| superstars) |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess that make us superstars |
| Why you wanna' act like you love us? |
| When we wearin' nice and when we bust guns |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars |
| I gue-, I gue-, I gue-, I guess you think we superstars |