Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap Star, artist - Rodney Carrington. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rap Star |
| I was born a rapper’s son from Atlanta |
| Pimping hoes when I was five years old |
| We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley |
| Cause that’s just how we always like to roll |
| We didn’t mind, showing off our Bling, Bling |
| Our golden teeth and our Cadillac Escalade |
| Bitches shake their booty when they past by me |
| And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I’ve got it made |
| I’m living fat and I’m living large |
| Throwing leg in my Bentley car |
| And my P.O. |
| said that I won’t get far |
| Being the Son, Of a Rap Star |
| Chillin' at the club with my homies |
| Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks past |
| You better step on off and not be frontin' |
| Or else I’ll bust a cap off in your ass |
| I’m my babies Daddy and his a’Mama |
| Don’t ask me cause that’s all you need to know |
| His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace |
| Cause that’s just how we always like to roll |
| I’m living fat and I’m living large |
| Throwing leg in my Bentley car |
| And my P.O. |
| said that I won’t get far |
| Being the Son, Of a Rap Star |
| Being the son |