| Whoa, ohh
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| Whoa, ohh
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine
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| I’m in the double G, three-piece tux
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| Screaming dressed to kill, hope somebody call my bluff
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| It’s a full house, sipping on a royal flush
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| Two queens is on my cuffs, good times is in the cards
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| Living on borrowed time, I’m paying the extra charge
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| To feel like something small is worth a hundred large
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| Swag is on retard, charm is on massage
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| Wit is on guard, I challenge you to a duel
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| Who needs a chain when every thought’s a jewel?
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| God bless the weirdo when everyone’s a fool
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| Fuck a genie and three wishes
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| I just want a bottle, a place to write my novel
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| I am heroin to those that hear a rhyme and think:
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| «How do you find this upper echelon this time?»
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| Let’s toast to better days
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| A beautiful mind and a flow that never age
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine
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| Yo, I’m never sleeping like I’m on methamphtamines
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| Move like my enemy ten steps ahead of me
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| Say my reputation precede me like a pedigree
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| Gentlemanly gangsta steez, beyond the seventies
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| Holdin' fast money without running out of patience
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| Move in silence without running up in places
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| Cake by the layers, rich but never famous
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| Hustle anonymous, still remain nameless
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| In hindsight, gold come in bars like a Klondike
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| The minute before the storm hit is what I’m calm like
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| Suited and booted for a shooting like it’s prom night
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| It’s suicide, right? |
| Pursuers tried like
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| To no avail and a hero’s what they died like
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| I’ve got 'em waiting on the news like I’m Cronkite
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| Not in the limelight or needed for crime, right
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| No boasts, just bodied and chalked close to the line-sight
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine
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| Yeah, outside where the killers and the dealers swarm
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| And inside, they dressed up like it’s a telethon
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| Black tie affair but they holding heavy arms
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| Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund
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| More Bacardi and the Bastards of the Party home
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| Riots erupting around and still we party on
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| Been a quantum leap to a king from a pawn
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| But it was destined, the conclusion was foregone
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| Serenade of the former slave promenade
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| Cause them long days in the sun have now become shade
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| So we doing high speeds in the narrow lane
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| Say cheese, free falling from the aeroplane
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| Another feather in the cap, for all the years
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| That we spent in luxury’s lap without looking back
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| Cause memories could sting like a hornet
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| Damn, it felt good to see people up on it
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine
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| Come get your kool on
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| Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine |