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who wanna party like a rock star; have groupies in the rock bar
in the back stage dress room, fuckin groupies on the sofer
hit the stage with them lights and your head full of coca,

I aint wanna rock star, and I aint no broke pa
but you know I got that proper, that weed and a ganja

I wanna be a rap star, got more dough than oprah
IÂ’m in the beach party layin with bitches playin poker

I Got em bitches on the table, stripin like a strip show,
in the bath room, sniff blow
two bitches on bed suckin on my dick slow
so mutch dope in head, niggas jumoin out the six floor
so why I wouldnt be a rock star, like tommy lee
fuck bitches like pamela, and put that shit into camera
I wanna party like angela,
and I talk about´that bitch wit brad pitt
I talk about that bitch on bar with the bad teath

What a mean, every body sin, lets mix coffy and cream
Like that beutyful collar on your skin
Text message every night got bugdin like a fiend
Honestly I wanna taste that honey in your jean
Tripple beam, I need you on my team
Look I got money comin in but they said money canÂ’t buy a dream
You know what a mean

Look alot a rappers think they savege till the gates change their behave
oh yall felling brave go head, get gully and get dump in the grave
see after all em gunz you been wave, your mom should be save
homeboyz tryin a scare me cause he come from a harderst hood in the state
homeboyz Im from a africa home of the slave
yall wanna talk about gutter then africa is the place
so many womens and kids fight against the aids
die in the race, starvation sight em age
I aint even tryin a go and lie in this case

Yeah, man I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my little sis.
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece
Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot
Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here
I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin word
One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb! for mothafuckin real