Neighborhood Superstars (Limited Edition Bonus Track)

(альбом: Like Father, Like Son - 2006)

Yeah nigga
It's that Big Tymer, neighborhood superstars, how you love that?
Feel me? Get it how you live, nigga, that's where we stand
With the money in the hand, homie
You might saw something you never seen before fucking with the Birdman, nigga
We got it in the wall and the safe, nigga
Old heads, you know what I'm saying, nigga?

Yeah, you might catch me walking with my D's on
Dickied down with my motherfucking B's on
I'm pitching to catch, and niggas getting they hustle on
We got them birds flying all day around, home
We keep a gun tucked, watching for them people, homie
I'm tryna get this money, rolling with the lil' homies
Ain't give a damn, nigga, the way I got it, homie
They came from nothing, but Jeezy kept it cocking on 'em
We got the brown and white, nigga, moving Uptown
We got them pills and them pounds, moving Uptown
We keep 'em guns ticked, nigga, rolling Uptown
A lil' homie got burnt, left him back a town

We neighborhood stars, nigga, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timing for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, nigga, that's feed up
We neighborhood stars, nigga, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timing for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, nigga, that's feed up

I'm on this acre, nigga, blowing out the pound, homie
I'm looking out this window, I'm with my round, homie
Ain't thinking about how we did it Uptown, homie
And how we put it down, and held my own ground, homie
And I could bring back to 1994
When Sam Skully and Moe was making all the dough
When OG's put it down for lil', fo sho
And that's the pattern we follow 'cause that's all we know
And never let a nigga come through and get dough
If he ain't scoring for my homie 'round the way we know
And that's just his luck, and you know what we trust
And the guns we bust, nigga, that's just us
I'm on this motherfucking island with this Persian rug
I got the Benz, Bentley coupe, nigga, that's us
I'm on the duck, nigga
I got twenty-eight more cars, nigga, 'cause I don't give a motherfuck

We neighborhood stars, nigga, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timing for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, nigga, that's feed up
We neighborhood stars, nigga, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timing for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, nigga, that's feed up

I'm on a yacht, nigga, feeling so hood rich
I'm so fly, nigga, rolling with a bad bitch
And got this money on my mind, got to have it
And all the time I'm on the grind, I'ma grab it
I'm still grinding, it's a motherfucking habit
And Rufus gotta have a brand new Caddy
And Weezy want it, so the lil' nigga can have it
The lil' homie Jack rolling in the cabbage
I been doing this, you heard me, lil' daddy?
Putting it down on [?]
Me and Squeaker in a old-school, daddy
And getting money, we real niggas, and stashing it
We got birds up here, nigga, ten a lick
You can't get one, gotta get at least six
The whole shit, the whole flock, nigga
The whole town putting it down, nigga, how we did it, bitch

We neighborhood stars, nigga, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timing for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, nigga, that's feed up
We neighborhood stars, nigga, and we G'd up
We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
We big timing for life, the street need us
We got 'em ten a piece, nigga, that's feed up