Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics

Neighborhood Superstar lyrics

f/ Big Tymers







Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot



 



Verse 1: Juvenile







Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it



Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it



735's I drive fits ta match, when I past 



Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"



Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire



17 inch momos black magic on his tires



Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones



And concerts in the Superdome



Now I can pump 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's 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'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me



I got a gold and crome Beretta



I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor



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



Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work







(Chorus) 2x



All kinds of cars



Neighborhood superstar



Feared by many and loved by broads







Verse 2: Baby







Neighborhood superstar



Ridin' in these pretty cars



Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars



Flyin' ta 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



Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes



Nigga I sold dope all my life



Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night



I guess cuz I'm rich



These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch



Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint 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 balla parties



Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers



Ridin' in lambruginis



Beaches hoes and bikinis



Me and Fresh tag teamin'



Ridin' in convertible land roovers



Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds



Nigga baallin' out of control







(Chorus) 2x







Verse 3: Mannie Fresh







I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars



And I pack a big dick down in tha draws



I'm a neighborhood peppa boy



Platinum steppa boy



Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy



Young G



Ridin' in a hum v



Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see



20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims



Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems



Don't nobody got mo 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 nigga from his head to his toes



Who you wanna be like manny or mike



How you gone shine dark or bright



Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition



When I pass I make'em stop look and listen



For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala



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







verse 4: Lil Wayne







Now tell me what kinda



Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya



I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer



I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner



My golds hang low



Crystal on the flo



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 wit me



Look I'm feared by many loved by broads



I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)







(Chorus) 4x