Neighborhood Superstar

(album: Get It How U Live !! - 1997)

[Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot]

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it
735's I drive fits ta match, when I past
Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17 inch momos black magic on his tires
Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
And concerts in the Superdome
Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator
Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators
Visa gold, bank account on swole
Got my million dollar destiny under control
Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me
I got a gold and crome Beretta
I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor
And I can bet a hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt
Nigga set for life nigga putting in work

[Chorus x2]
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads

[Verse 2: Baby]

Neighborhood superstar
Riding in these pretty cars
Uptown niggas living like movie stars
Flying ta tennessee chilling with lil jimmie
And transporting coke back and forth to my city
Taking flights
Be in Las Vegas over night
Chilling with Lo Jack
Sipping on cognac
Going to casinos
Gambling with the young ninos
Loosing 20 Gs worth of C notes
Nigga I sold dope all my life
Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night
I guess cuz I'm rich
These hoes say I'm a stunting bitch
Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit
But I'm a star
Bitch you can keep that gar
Give me the money and a brand new car
Living in eastover dealing big balla parties
Inviting all the fucking female roovers
Riding in lambruginis
Beaches hoes and bikinis
Me and Fresh tag teaming
Riding in convertible land roovers
Hoes be sweating cuz of the mouth full of golds
Nigga baalling out of control

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]

I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars
And I pack a big dick down in tha draws
I'm a neighborhood peppa boy
Platinum steppa boy
Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy
Young G
Riding in a hum v
Broads telling bitches telling hoes come see
20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims
Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
Don't nobody got mo ends than me
Don't nobody drive a fucking benz like me
I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas
17 inches on a brand new lexus
Picture project hoes dancing on marble floors
Kissing one nigga from his head to his toes
Who you wanna be like manny or mike
How you gone shine dark or bright
Cuz these hoes be wishing to ride in a 97 expedition
When I pass I make'em stop look and listen
For trying ta follow tha big body empala
Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla

[verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer
I'm sitting on crome all week shiner
My golds hang low
Crystal on the flo
I'ma flex
Twenty thousand dollar rolex
I got my name on a street up in every city
And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
I'm living marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)

[Chorus x4]