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