A Star Is Born Lyrics

A Star Is Born lyrics

Radio speaker : Yeah baby, it's Phil ? live at Night Talk



we're talkin' about musical genius R.A. The Rugged Man



let's take some calls, find out what you guys think



# 1 Caller: Yo, R' s definitly one of the illest liricist I've ever heard,
that's real



# 2 Caller: R.A. man, he's comin' out, guns blazin' baby, BOOM, watch out



# 3 Caller: He's very intelligent, he's a positive model in rap



# 4 Caller: I went to a show last week, he was the bomb... He was better than
Michael Jackson



# 5 Caller: He's so sexy, My girl said he has an 11 inch cock, couldn't walk
?



# 6 Caller: Yo R.A. is worldwide man, he's goin platinum, quadruple, and big
time



# 7 Caller: First time I saw him, I knew he had a star quality, he's a
superstar







[Verse 1]



Ayyo, here's the whole story, the whole true, "He's retarded"



Here's how my whole bullshit career started



Back in '88 it was about battle rappin' and shootin' guns off



at house parties, say "HO" (BANG! BANG!BANG!) ? before rhymin'



No complainin' , no money, no fame, still maintainin'



1991, now my whole career started bustin'



You see in on stage shows, guess the crowd jump in



Let the kids come on



Tommy Boy, Mercury, Priority wanted me



Russell Simmons, and 9 other record companies



Sendin limousines out to pick up my broke ass



Feedin' me stakes, buyin' me hookers, I hope that shit last



I was used to have no cash, I got gats



White trash, why they wanna sign my ass ?



'92 the whole industry was on my dick



I signed to Jive Records, and fucked up the whole shit







[Chorus]



You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Large star



But you gonna be large



You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Yeah, right







[Verse 2]



Now I'm stuck on a wack label



They say, "You see the way you behave



Now wonder why the label hate you"



They say "He's a beast, he's a creature



Keep him in the other room, don't let him see Aaliyah"



Banned from the building, I don't wanna see ?



"He just don't know how to play the game right



He could be large than life"



They try to turn the label caucasian



They signed me, Whitey Don and the Insane Clown Posse



And they signed the Backstreet Boys and Britney



It's a pop label, what the fuck they want with me



Forget R. Kelly, I' ma do that rippin' out your cunt shit



I flipped the fuck out and did some dumb shit



? looked at me, I got a gun shit



I ain't gonna give that commercial run hit



Instead I gave your label suck dick



Try to press charges against me



Suited me, blackballed me



My lawyer wouldn't even call me







[Chorus]



You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Large star



But you gonna be large



You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Large star







You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Large star



But you gonna be large



You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Yeah right







[Verse 3]



'95, I'm broke out the ass, no doe



Watchin' everybody else around me blow



Trackmasters, Mobb Deep, Keith Murray



Biggie and Puff, I'll admit it, I was jealous as fuck



I was so pathetic



No doe under ugly chick



With a no doe fetish, all my old hoes jetted



Went from hearin' "You're a star kid"



To hearin' "He ain't talented, he's garbage"



? shitty ? there's no market



'96, I got a gun now



I remember I was bout to kill Jeff Henster



Moved back in with pop duke



and my handicapped brothers and sisters, and we had no loot



That's when the Feds came by



And surrounded the house



They had automatic weapons, and was pullin' em out



And the moral of the story is



all that glamour and glitz shit (what?)



Fuck that shit, I don't need it







[Chorus]



You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Large star



But you gonna be large



You're a shinin' star



You're a superstar



Ooohhh..



Yeah right







Radio speaker: Yeah baby, it's Phil ?, we're back live at Night Talk



The subject: R.A. the Rugged Man... What happened to that guy? We're takin'
calls



# 1 Caller: Yo, R's the true definition of a wack ass, bitch ass, punk ass MC,
'na mean



# 2 Caller: R.A., You're goin' down boy like a piece of shit, BOOM!



# 3 Caller: I see him at the mall, he grab my ass and ? on my tits



# 4 Caller: I went to a show last week, it sucked so bad



he was in it underwear, spittin' underwear, he's so disgusting



# 5 Caller: Yeah, my girl fucked him, she sad he had a little 2 inch dick, and
couldn't keep it hard



# 6 Caller: R.A. ? Mmm... ? Heard his label drop him, guy's a loser



# 7 Caller: Yo anybody seen that guy R.A. around, heard he's fuckin broke



# 8 Caller: Yeah, I don't think R.A. is that bad guy



nd everything just cause he's losing and shit, and I, before..



Radio speaker: I think we might have R.A. the Rugged Man on the line now, R.A,
is that you ?



# 8 Caller: Uuuh... NO!