Superstars Lyrics - Hood

I see they runnin up but they dont really want it with me [they dont really want it with me (2x)] 

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)] 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

I see they runnin up but they dont really want it with me [they dont really want it with me (2x)] 

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)] 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

Know why them niggas is hatin 

Cuz when I pull up I don't need identification 

Make way for the rockstar 

Red carpet next to a pop-star 

I'm Obama's momma 

I'm all about the cheese and the lasagna 

Fuck what they say I run the bay 

Brought this bitch all the way to L.A. 

C.L.K. no C.L.S. 

Some dubz and I'm strapped like a seat-belt bitch 

Hatin on me that's female shit 

Wrags out my niggas detail shit 

Since Tupac who got that west 

You ain't gotta ask you know who next 

E-Four-O no more no less 

I'm tryin to stay humble but these niggas test [and i'm the best] 

I see they runnin up but they dont really want it with me [they dont really want it with me (2x)] 

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)] 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

I sweat you on the stress 

Economically depressed 

Play a boss ?a fossil? make you open up your chest 

I'm from the wild-wild-wild-wild-wild-wild west 

Drugs, money, murder, sex 

Blocks boomin we ?slam coonin? the best 

We love to spoil ourself we such a mess 

Gotta hit and put it on her arms and necks 

Put this in the bra like a text message 

Money call, Jupiter ballin 

Speakers knockin, truck throbbin 

Generals ?cobbles? on Tennessee's seargants 

Diamonds glare, females stare 

40 you dat dude, ain't no compare 

Diamonds glare, females stare 

40 you dat dude, ain't no compare 

I see they runnin up but they dont really want it with me [they dont really want it with me (2x)] 

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)] 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

H to the double-O throw that D on it 

The track ain't hood unless the track got me on it 

Yes sir, it's the best of 

The new west so you best of ?westa? 

The block ?BB eyes? he plottin on a robbery 

Cuz i'm about to steal the red beam you got me 

Bring the beat back i'm about to heat that 

This is just foreplay baby so let me tease that 

See I be the hardest regardless 

Beats, food, and i'm about to harvest 

I goes harder than yall 

Stackin up paper higher than Captain Bacard 

What you expect from a dego boss 

They go dego hard, or put they go on 

So next time you mention Hood's name at all 

Make sure i'm big dipper hood superstar 

I see they runnin up but they dont really want it with me [they dont really want it with me (2x)] 

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)] 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

Diamonds shinin look at my rise 

Diamond in the back chandelier inside 

Too much floss, gotta play the cards 

To make it as the boss 

So as I walk in front and spy 

Everything stops, the parking lot pops 

Mouthes just drop, i am but you're not 

They comin in flocks 

If some not got yeah I know you spyin 

Hatin on the shine, I must still got it 

I take me trips out to Covo 

?Feel it? on the beach, vanilla colored Diablo 

Cuz I'm a superstar, a super-duper-star 

When my car pull up to the front of the party 

They be like there go Young Gotti 

I see they runnin up but they dont really want it with me [they dont really want it with me (2x)] 

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)] 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

We some superstars (3x) 

They know we be 

They cameras goin off 

Your bucket rollin off 

My Bentley rollin in 

They say I'm showin off 

Man I'm just showin up 

Them dueces twirlin round 

?Nigga? dipped in butter 

It keeps your girl around 

You see this Gucci belt 

?C-Cuggi? hug my waist 

Might fit it on ?promel? 

?Come rileys? hug my face 

Each day as I appear 

Them girl won't leave me alone 

This week is Halle Berry 

Next week is me alone 

by Jon Bednarsky