"Young Ghetto Stars" lyrics
"Young Ghetto Stars"
(feat. ABN)
[Pimp C:]
Uh, Sweet Jones (Sweet Jones, bitch, uh)
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
Sweet Jones, Young Pimp
Y'all eatin' chicken wings, we eatin' lobster and shrimp
I'm a candy boy and you a scrub on the block (On the block)
I'm the boy with them big thangs, you still holding the Glock (Holding the Glock)
I got the K for them niggas, tryna hit up they house (They house)
Give a fuck 'bout ya mama, I put that thing in your mouth (Thing in your mouth)
You think we worried 'bout the drama because you came in on me (Came in on me)
But bitch, you didn't kill me, nigga, so you deal with a G (Deal with a G)
I'm down with Lil' J, J. Prince, whatever you wanna call it, ho
Make these bitch-ass niggas lay it down on the fuckin' floor
Run the H, run the city, run the whole United States
Get your mind up on your money 'cause you pussy niggas fake (Fake)
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
[Z-Ro:]
Get up in the mornin', brush my grill
Find my buff rag and buff my grille
Fire up the optimo from the night before
Get dressed and I load up the steel
'Cause the way I do it'll make a motherfucker mad
I don't know how to act since I got cash
Fuck tryna hide, I show my ass
Watch out, Jack, 'cause I'll murder yo' ass
Best of the weed and best of the drank
Best of the gas goes in my tank
Benjamin Franklin goes in my bank
Andrew Jackson goes in my bank
A .357, MAC-11 and a bad-ass bitch every time I ride
I live with gorillas, I'm real protected when I close my eyes
[Trae Tha Truth:]
I came up out of nothin', mayne
Pimpin' hoes while I'm grippin' grain
ABN all across my frame
And it ain't no way you gon' stop me, mayne
But I'm on my grind and I'm soundin' throwed
All of my mouth diamonds gon' glow
Four grand on invisible set, I could show my teeth and I'ma hit yo' ho
Sip of the drank, we keep it gangster
No love and I know y'all haters
Tippin' the drop on block and hoes jock every day 'cause we stompin' gators
So we young and ghetto stars, '84s and Vogues on cars
More ice than a late-night bar, we automatically raw
[Pimp C:]
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
Uh, uh, talkin' 'bout 600 Benz (Benz) sittin' on dubs
I'm comin' through, these bitches suckin', not makin' no love
They love Young Pimp, they love Sweet Jones
They love J.R. Ewing, they like me when I'm on chrome (Chrome)
They like to see me at the mall 'cause I hustle and ball
And make them suck on my dick, and man, I'm pimpin' 'em all
But they ain't mad at me, 'cause they down with me
We like two gangbangers gettin' down for the D
And gettin' out on the corner 'cause, bitch, I'm hot like a sauna
Right now I'm hot like Pac, I'm rollin' on private stock
I make these nigga understand it's all about Young Pimp (Young Pimp)
Comin' through the club smellin' just like big ol' shrimp
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, fuckin' high-class broads
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
We young ghetto stars, choppin' on three barres
In big body cars, let's hit the titty bar
Young ghetto stars, Sweet Jones, know what I'm talmbout?
Bitch, it's that, uh, hit motherfuckin' 13.5 on the Richter scale, know what I'm talmbout?
It's all about Sweet Jones, Young Pimp, Bun B, Young DMD, and it's really goin' down
I'm finna change my name to Jack Tripper 'cause I keep two bitches at all times, know what I'm talmbout?
And three is company, but four is a crowd, know what I'm talmbout?
Hol' up
- AZLyrics
- P
- Pimp C Lyrics
album:
"The Sweet James Jones Stories" (2005)
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