Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Star, artist - Spice 1. Date of issue: 01.04.2013
Song language: English
Ghetto Star |
| Shameless stuff for you to see |
| What your life could truly be |
| And if you’re really from the streets |
| Spit that ghetto poetry |
| Cause you’re a shining star |
| Cause you’re a shining star |
| No matter who you are |
| No matter who you are |
| And never fail to see |
| Never fail to see |
| The real G-A-M-E |
| Back in the day I used to smoke a blunt and pray before I got on the stage |
| And I was opening up for N.W.A |
| And I remember how it all began |
| I used to steal cars from Haywood, take them back to East Oakland |
| Till Short Dawg picked me up from high school |
| I was just a little nigga with heart, and uncle Short was hella cool |
| Took me to the studio, I met the homie Richie Rich |
| And all the way there people waved with their Caddy and screamed biatch |
| That moment was frozen in time |
| And I got memories like that embedded deep in my mind |
| Cause that’s when something clicked in my head and said this is you |
| The whips, money lifestyle, women, it’s all true |
| I went to sleep that night and dreamt I was a rap star |
| Woke up and wrote 187 Proof and started going hard |
| But the haters was hating, on the level of the devil |
| Then the riots kicked in and I gave you «Welcome to the Ghetto» |
| It was me, Scarface and Eiht on the cover of Source Mag |
| In the blue '64 Chevy Impala rag |
| And Menace II Society was the movie to watch |
| I just did the soundtrack, smoking big with the homie Pac |
| I did Triggas Gots No Heart in 18 straight up minutes |
| UGK, Big Poppa, full of stones and we was in it |
| From the Bay to LA back to Houston with DJ Screw |
| Cause Pimp C and Bun B was on the tour with us too (UGK) |
| I’ve been around too many legends to fail |
| I’ve either been shot up, stabbed or thrown in jail |
| But through the flames and the fire I emerged through the ashes |
| And shaped the game like it was made out of clay |
| Bossalini, Fetti Chico, Soprano, Montana, Meier |
| Spice 1, I come from the Bay and I spit fire |
| Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee |
| I wanna say I shooked the world like Muhammad Ali |
| C’mon… ha ha ha |
| This how the shit went down you know? |
| I remember me and 'Pac smashed through the hood |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| We were two young buyin' alcohol man |