a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dangerous dame - street stars lyrics

[dame]
now how many b-tches wanna suck my d-ck
and how many n-ggas wanna f-ck my b-tch
how many young -ss g’s wanna hold my gat
how many jealous motherf-ckers wanna control my sack
see im running sh-t bigger cause i make more wealth
its a 100 something n-ggas yelling break yourself
but if you try to break me come and sick off that hot
i bet my folks will catch ya before you get off that block
boy you must know me, but i dont know you
my folks are loyal to me, because they know im a tru g
you f-ckin with a vetern trying to get your medicine
got your -ss served like you stole from the president
and now your bones hurt from doing long dirt
before you step to this you should of did your homework
and you woman got so hard, trying to be so hard
f-ckin’ with a street star, street stars got the whole world jockin’
clowning in the falcon wiht the ole’ girls bouncin’ hand on
the wheel with the lavish rings, joint so fat
tuen his acts to green got a mean mug look
with his lip turned up
but they hand a sp-nk cause they stacking the bucks
call him federal, sitting on a pedistal
motherf-ckers waving but they never really let
him know he got the trunk full of choppers and punks
and he eat that red lobster for lunch
d-mn, a international player always got some -ss on his pager
dont ask for no favors, making love like he love em’
he dont love em’ though
rule number one up in his game never trust a hoe
and he quick to make a trigger spray
and he never pay attention to the mind games n-ggas play
rollin’ solo never need no extra help
never check it but making n-ggas check they self
so were you at i know who you are cause you just like dangerous dame
a motherf-ckin’ street star!

[master p]
left the town on my way to the diggity-o
call me dame say these n-ggas need about 5 more
who ride homicide, one time on the greet so we ditch
by a ? to the backstreets king in the back
getting high than the jiggity bird
whatcha want g? the gatorade and the thunderbird
but we ain’t slippin’ the boat keep dippin’
stopped on 8-2 got some gr-ss and zippin we gon perve
getting high than jiggity bird
64 shackle make them gold thangs hit the curb
count my money met dame in the rollin’ 100
mobb’n motherf-ckers in the back getting blunted
ain’t that mack 10 parked like bark weed
had to let loose cause a fool haunt me
now im deep, how deep can i get
cause fools out there get you for these motherf-ckin
presidents leave you dead glock to your head
f-cked in the game then p-ssed on your grave
didn’t pay dues now you on the news
thats what you get when you wanna be
a street star, foo!

-master p talking til’ end-

- dangerous dame lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS