5 Star G Lyrics - Manifesto - Inspectah Deck

What you sippin', ma? 

What you smokin', huh? 

Henny, Louis and Don 

Meet me at the bar 

Fruit colors a charm 

Got it by the jar, chea 

We five stars over here 

Camel on their Yankee sign, on the daily grind 

New York state of mind, rugged but my lady fine 

Fly face, waist 8 or 9, rocking all the late designs 

Stepping like, y'all don't waste my time on that Mary J. 

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Looking for some 'real love' 

Say you both got somebody 

Knowing you gon' still fuck 

Plus dudes smother you 

Don't he make you feel tough 

Why he surprised when he realize 

She feel 'cuz, really though 

Daddy king size with a mean stride 

You ain't seen live, you fucking with these guys 

She fly on the G-side, sex is a weapon 

There's a 357 in her Levi's 

What you sippin', ma? How you doing, huh? 

The way you shine, girl, you looking like a shooting star 

She by the bathroom, scope on the soldier hard 

I pull strings, no guitar 

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What you sippin', ma? 

What you smokin', huh? 

Henny, Louis and Don 

Meet me at the bar 

Fruit colors a charm 

Got it by the jar, chea 

We five stars over here 

What you sippin', ma? 

What you smokin', huh? 

New Ro, Roset, bottles popping off 

Popping off all night 

With some model broads 

Chea, we five stars over here 

Nothing but cases out, shutting tables down 

Pay-per-view style, million dollar faces out 

Hating ain't allowed, so played out, fuck 

What they say about, I and I, what they saying now 

I'm a General, you ain't earned a stripe yet 

I'm the type to cop and go, y'all the type to price check 

Different colored cards in my wallet, I ain't swiped yet 

Man, I got a rack of broads, I don't even like yet 

Yeah, I'm a rude boy, I ain't you, boy 

I got the money and the girl and the cool toys 

I"m confident and two boys, ladies call it, ooh boy 

Ecstasy, not the pill, true joy 

Shorty got a thing for me 

She be like INS, you can be that king for me 

Feel what I feel, hit the bar, have a drink with me 

You say that shit, girl 

But she say she only think of me, link with me 

What you sippin', ma? 

What you smokin', huh? 

Henny, Louis and Don 

Meet me at the bar 

Fruit colors a charm 

Got it by the jar, chea 

We five stars over here 

What you sippin', ma? 

What you smokin', huh? 

New Ro, Roset, bottles popping off 

Popping off all night 

With some model broads 

Chea, we five stars over here