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you tell Everybody you know To get on line Take a ride To the Black Star show! Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all Black Star
with a full clip you gon make them boys dump you gon make them boys slump you gon make them boys dump leave you and your man slump you gon make them boys
it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls and boys You got to love your
You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne If
s, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world truly be? No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting No B-Boys, no B
bar, got drank by the jug In the VIP with the chicks and the drugs It's the TIP, Bun-B and slim thug We goin' hard in the paint like Carmello This is for the boys
You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B, Bentley and big bills Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls Karate, black
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope Airbrush W-B's
, Shinehead, Lil' Shawn Kid 'n' Play, Rob 'n' Dave, Rich Nice, Fat Doug Finesse 'n' Synquis, Groove B. Chill LL Cool J, Flavor Flav, Professor Griff Positively Black
to bust your bubble Your arrogant conceited your stuck on yourself And bragging nearly every time you open your mouth You think you'll gets the women success will
company likes me, I'm a million dollar bizz Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys, the strictly number one Like a track star, always on the run Over youth boys
the stars Fuck bitches at our leisure Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures Hoes down, B's up Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson Start
