Pras - Ghetto Supastar Lyrics
Dirty Cash *echoes*Dirty Cash *echoes*Yeah, uhh[singers] Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!Yo, yo, yoYo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin like the Tri-BoroVictory is endless cause we all want a heroBlazing Saddles so stop horsing aroundFrom sunup to sundown, it's the world renownedIt's hard to be real when them cats are make believeStop it please, come run wit deezIf you can't feel me, then get up and leaveCause I'm automated life flyin, Fate is on her kneesLocate the object, pinpoint my movin targetPray for them, and bless em, like Sister MargaretGot more alumni than the grad school of HarvardBeat Street the movie was my all time favoriteSo can you stand the smell of a black powderMy B.I. is 700, horsepowerBurnin rubber, break you off somethin properLove it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah[singers]Just when you thought my shine was burnin outThem cats were down and out, in the heat of the nightThere ain't no problems baby we can't get throughYou gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in youUhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!Yo.. yo, yo, yoYo she was hot to death, like the story MacbethWhen your marked for death it's a matter of life or deathI'ma cherish and nourish every single breathWhen there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprintsstep by step, walkin through the, twentiethcentury, eyes on meWhen the dogs start barkin you must set them freeGo in-Between the Sheets just like the Isley'sI'ma kill em precisely, indirectlyChoose my women wisely, Charlie's Angels got my backas if I was Bosley, bout to get rowdy -aca
