Neighborhood Superstar (feat. Big Tymers)

Sugar Slim, Million Dollar spot, look

Ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it

Tanqueray, Alize it, take the llello and weigh it

735's I drive, fits to match

When I pass, bitches ask, Who the fuck was that?

Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know him? He on fire

17-inch Momos, Black Magic on his tires

Crushed out stones, plushed out homes

Cellular phones and concerts in the Superdome

Now I can park 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 is 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'm a million dollar ****, these bitches run after me

I got a gold and chrome Beretta

I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor

And I can bet a hundred G's that my pockets won't hurt

**** set for life **** puttin' in work

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads

Neighborhood superstar

Ridin' in these pretty cars

Uptown **** livin' like movie stars

Flyin' to Tennessee, chillin' with Lil Jimmie

And transportin' coke back and forth to my city

Takin' flights, be in Las Vegas over night

Chillin' with Lo Jack

Sippin' on cognac

Goin' to casinos

Gamblin' with the young ninos

Losin' 20 Gs' worth of C-notes

****, I sold dope all my life

Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night

I guess 'cause I'm rich

These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch

That's why I look at all these hoes like the ain't shit

But I'm a star

Bitch you can keep that gar

Give me the money and a brand new car

Livin' in eastover, dealin' big baller parties

Invitin' all the fuckin' female rovers

Ridin' in Lamborghini

Beaches, hoes and bikinis

Me and Fresh tag teamin'

Ridin' in convertible land rovers

Hoes be sweatin' 'cause of the mouth full of golds

**** ballin' out of control

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads

I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars

And I, pack a big dick down in the draws

I'm a neighborhood pepper boy

Platinum stepera boy

Rolls Royce of my choice, not a rapper boy

Young G, ridin' in the Humvee

Broads tellin' bitches, tellin' hoes, come see

20-inch rims, on Yokohama slims

Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems

Don't nobody got more ends than me

Don't nobody drive a fuckin' Benz like me

I got a house in Cali, and a ranch in Texas

17 inches on a brand new Lexus

Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors

Kissin' one **** from his head to his toes

Who you wanna be like, Mannie or Mike?

How you gone shine, dark or bright?

'Cause these hoes be wishin' to ride a '97 Expedition

When I pass I make 'em stop look and listen

For tryna to follow, the big body Impala

Don't love 'em, don't need 'em, bitch, sorry can't holla

Now tell me what kinda

**** got diamonds that'll (bling) blind ya

I'm only 14, I'm a Big Tymer

I'm sittin' on chrome, all week shiner

My 'bauds hang low, crystal on the floor

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 with me

Look, I'm feared by many, loved by broads

I'm livin' marvelous, I'm a superstar, superstar

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstars

Feared by many and loved by broads