Lirik Lagu Ghetto Starz - Onyx F/ Lost Boyz
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoI'm a rapper turned rock starWord up, what I wanna knowYo, I'm a rapper turned rock starWhat, what, what, whatI'm a rapper turned rock starYo, yo, yo
[Fredro Starr]I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot carWhat y'all? The black prop with the crowbarNo plates off the lot it costs a lotYou forced to watch hands take they hand off the glockMoney don't stop long as I stay hotCook it up, chop it up, put it on the blockBust a bullet on the chart till we hit the topNigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in goldYou half a gram niggas, can never slam niggasWhat part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga
Chorus: Mr. Cheeks (repeat 2X)
Why not?Makin moves and gettin money with my teamWe them ghetto starz, this here is far from a dreamOfficial Nas, here to get up in that assWord up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
[?]Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in thisGrab the mic, handle your businessThis here is for Official niggas only, no beginnersAbout my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinnersHearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the gameYou violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frameY'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough QueensWith the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens
[?]Official Nas, and L-B famBringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shyRob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibeAs we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cakeRegulate, we delegate and dead they takeThat's a rapper that it's official, track for trackI back slap you, with my other platinum plaquesYou whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope doAny member of my crew'll roze youNumber one spot, took thatOnyx show, book thatGot a bet, better know where to put that
[Chorus] X 2
[Sonsee]I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your houseI got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouseI'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold outSo you see that, you better shut your mouthI used to scheme on niggas that had more than meNow I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on meI got a ghetto mentalityIf a nigga front, I'm gattin 'emI never had nothin, now my rolex is platinumI be the same man, rich or poorWildin out at the club, time to hit the floorOutside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpitFuck partyin with y'all, we already got shitYou rockless, nina you ain't got no propsLet me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spotEven at a rich event, you can still get shotFuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mackWe guaranteed to start fights everytime we rapYo, who got next? Who got first?I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what?
[Chorus] X 4
[Fredro Starr]I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot carWhat y'all? The black prop with the crowbarNo plates off the lot it costs a lotYou forced to watch hands take they hand off the glockMoney don't stop long as I stay hotCook it up, chop it up, put it on the blockBust a bullet on the chart till we hit the topNigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in goldYou half a gram niggas, can never slam niggasWhat part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga
Chorus: Mr. Cheeks (repeat 2X)
Why not?Makin moves and gettin money with my teamWe them ghetto starz, this here is far from a dreamOfficial Nas, here to get up in that assWord up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
[?]Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in thisGrab the mic, handle your businessThis here is for Official niggas only, no beginnersAbout my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinnersHearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the gameYou violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frameY'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough QueensWith the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens
[?]Official Nas, and L-B famBringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shyRob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibeAs we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cakeRegulate, we delegate and dead they takeThat's a rapper that it's official, track for trackI back slap you, with my other platinum plaquesYou whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope doAny member of my crew'll roze youNumber one spot, took thatOnyx show, book thatGot a bet, better know where to put that
[Chorus] X 2
[Sonsee]I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your houseI got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouseI'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold outSo you see that, you better shut your mouthI used to scheme on niggas that had more than meNow I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on meI got a ghetto mentalityIf a nigga front, I'm gattin 'emI never had nothin, now my rolex is platinumI be the same man, rich or poorWildin out at the club, time to hit the floorOutside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpitFuck partyin with y'all, we already got shitYou rockless, nina you ain't got no propsLet me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spotEven at a rich event, you can still get shotFuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mackWe guaranteed to start fights everytime we rapYo, who got next? Who got first?I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what?
[Chorus] X 4
