Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Superstar, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Soul on Ice 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Street Superstar |
| Playing by our own rules |
| Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers |
| Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar) |
| I know you know who we are (Who we are) |
| Certified street superstar (Superstar) |
| Yeah |
| Brand new CLS with my C.L.S. |
| Cute little scumbag, when she undress |
| Always keep my dick hard like Cialis (Blood bitch) |
| Active red-rag, call her PMS |
| Hood, platinum, I be, legendary emcee |
| Smoke tree, 115 in CDC |
| Seen a bucked-naked nigga on PCP |
| Whip six cops, homies said he «3 OG» |
| Shit I’m cool, Coolio, groupies at the studio |
| Gangsters paradise, smoking doobies making movie dough |
| Yo, yo, su-su-sudio |
| Real earthy sister burning sage & patchouli bro |
| Told her press the 'fro, invest in some lipstick (Haha) |
| Hey, I’m Americanized, I’m a dipshit |
| And I flip shit like juggling turds |
| I roll with God-body, felons, muggles & nerds |
| Insider or outcast, we just crumblin' herb |
| The judge break you off a piece like hor d’oeuvre |
| My silver fur on the curb, watch and observe |
| You cowards criticize in a blurb from Ivory Towers |
| Drinkin' the golden showers, ugh |
| In the foreign or the old school (Old school) |
| Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor) |
| Playing by our own rules |
| Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers |
| Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar) |
| I know you know who we are (Who we are) |
| Certified street superstar (Superstar) |
| 1520 Sedgwick Avenue, the South Bronx |
| Got South central in the south of France |
| Croissant & poisson, like Jesus multiplied it |
| Don’t hide it, divide it, Fish & Chip — we reunited |
| Break bread with me |
| Life hacks, talk Ted with me |
| Scratch a lotto in the alley |
| Don’t be scared Ricky |
| Sawed-off gauge to back, I spit like that |
| Foamin' at the mouth like draft on tap |
| I commit the black-on-black, I gets down |
| No match, Soulja Boy, Chris Brown |
| And shawty said the beat was like molly |
| Then sniffed half a gram off a Salvador Dali |
| I said, «Goddamn!» |
| Shit, ain’t no more «Illuminati» |
| The name always changes to the uninitiated |
| My heart pump the blood of Abraham and Sarah |
| Black man in the mirror be the Black Pantera |
| The cap Carolina, New Era |
| Welcome to the Terror Dome, carats like he went to Jared |
| I’ll chop your arm off, you wear your heart on your sleeve |
| See, they begged me to come, security asked me to leave |
| Fuck outta here |
| In the foreign or the old school (Old school) |
| Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor) |
| Playing by our own rules |
| Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers |
| Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar) |
| I know you know who we are (Who we are) |
| Certified street superstar (Superstar) |
| Certified street superstar |