Lyrics
Supastar Lyrics – Written by Igloo
(Verse 1)
Im so ill, im gonna make you puke and cough/
Im so chill, im ridin in the coolest car/
Its one of those coupes that got no roof on top/
And the 22s dont stop when i park where the groupies are/
(thats stupid yall) yeah im lyin, but man thats old news to yall/
Im still tippin, people like what kind of juice he on/
But you feel me right, that’s why you choose the song/
Im still the illest, and you aint got no proof thats wrong/
If you a foe of H2O, please move along/
Before i drop grenades bigger than a moose’s balls/
I used to fall when i ran through the hall/
To get to the phone quick when she used to call/
But then my homey like man, what you do that for/
She want your shoes and all, dude she’s raw/
Truth is dog, you betta lose that broad/
(naw) naw (naw) i pimped her, now look at me,im a muthaf*** in supastar/
Im just/
(Verse 2)
Im dippin first to the place where they be sippin syrup/
Hit the curb, when i do it, all these b*** es flirt/
I twist my words, when i choose em, never pick the worst/
Cuz i get the thirst, just bout every time i spit my verse/
To say sumthin, it aint nuthin cuz my game’s pumpin/
So you know when i come out your stereo i keep that thang bumpin/
I get these dames jumpin, this my place, you cant comin/ (get out)
You outa breath tryna keep up with me and i aint runnin/
You paid nuthin, its free for you to watch me stay stuntin/
You the faker, im the baker, man you only take mufins,
Right out of my ovens, and you lovin pages out of my books/
You would like it if i wrote you a fly hook/
And 3 verses for you to use/
But soon you just might be seein nurses movin in twos/
To choose me, it cant be worse, its new and improved/
And damn man, i gotta keep purses full of my jewels/
And its true that im/
(Verse 3)
I lick my lips wet when i watch her hips get/
Movin and its true that really soon im gonna hit that/
Cuz shes attractive, and damn her ass is/
Lookin right in tight pants that i gotta get my hands in/
She be dancin, i be relaxin/
Then i walk up and im askin, girl i see your mans in/
The bathroom, but thats cool, i can stand in/
In fact boo, when that fool does come back in/
He gon see me mashin on you, gettin action on you/
If he crash in, ima have to slap him, dont you/
Wanna smack him, verbally attack him/
Hit him with a backhand, thats a crime of passion/
Like r. kelly, im pissin on yall, when i say get into my car/
You betta neva not forget to remember which one you are/ (the driver or the rider)
Or ima have to kick your funky monkey ass into the wall/
Im a supastar, like 3-6 i gotta stay fly, rich, and on top/
Thats why i’m/
