Текст песни Ray Luv - Everybody Wantz 2 B a Star
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I`m gon` do my thing[ CHORUS ]Everybody wants to be a starAnd live it up in California with the cleanest carsHot tub, fast women, pull baddest broadsEverybody got the same dream to have it allWell I know that everybody wants to be the oneTo get to blow the most dough and have the biggest funSpace age cowboy with the biggest gunPop life in the spotlight - get you some(Well I know)Everybody wants to play the gameGet paid with fame, wrist lit, neck stay with chainsPorno flicks chicks, everybody callin yo nameOld friends done changed, hatin how you ball in the gameVideo sets, Summer Jam, video sexRadio shows, royalty checks, designer clothesRolls Royce with the suicide do`s The only dream you and I knowThe promised land - ready to go?Livin your life the way you always wanted to live itMTV Cribs, Lamborghini without a blemishMr. Right Now, number one without a gimmickPoised to perpetual ballin, nigga, without no finishBet you wanna see your face on the cover of a Rolling StoneOr in the Source mag holdin a chromeTyra Banks tryin to blow up the phoneCan`t even get in your house, player, teeny boppers surrounded your homeYou know?[ CHORUS ]Rent-A-Cop, fashion shows, TV spotsGot papparazzi chasin your Benz for blocksWith your and your friends shot, ( ? ) popTop-notch livin life on runways and movie lots(Ooh, she hot) Even women be gettin they coochie hotWhen they see you on Rodeo chargin the big mailAttention, Fendi, Prada, ChanelDolce Gabana, pretty face for saleYou know[ CHORUS (2X) ]What better way for you to get mo` fame, see mo` payFirst round draft NBA (But can he play?)Shoot jays and fadeaways all dayJokin with Ahmad, Rashad at the end of the gameYou`re livin the high life, ESPN highlightsGet checks of a fly type, sex with a fly wife(I wish it was my life!) True, I bet that you doAnd if was, nobody probably have it better than youAnd almost no one had mo` cheddar than youMo` Gucci Coogi sweaters than youMo` hoochie groupie letters than youIf not this, then what else would you do?(Push crack rock or yak or try to work fast food)Don`t make me laugh, dudeI`d rather go dancin at the Playboy MansionWith June and July, gettin high with Marilyn MansonNo lie, you know that it`s trueWhich one are you, the wanna-be-a-star-tooAnd have your own car tooYou know what I mean?[ CHORUS (2X) ]Yeah thoughIt`s that WestsideStraight up out the LleyoLink Crew HustlersFem DiggleRay LuvI`m doin it bigLike my little brother MitchThat`s how we doin it for 2K3And we outSee ya