Everybody wants the hero, who just the man? Who fights his devils and does the best he can Everybody wants a playa, I just wanna be
Every, everybody a superstar Who got cars and ice, walks the ghetto get pussy bar Makes all the girls look twice Yeah, sista he got and thangs but is he nice for you
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Some want the balla But mentally can he play ball Dumbfounded by out the conversations His oh, so so small
Get the cream, get the Get the cars, he to go far But how far is too far
Come love, chicka love, let me holla at you 'Cause you got is worth more than a dollar or two Soil another nigga's game I wouldn't do But you my and I can tell that its bothering you
This mother, ah must that he a father to you You got vision but blockin' the view I he payin' yo tuition Payin' to get the car
He got juice or is he pulp Heard he be clubs Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub Is it his image or him you in love with
You on some shit but you was never I ain't superficial rent's due is trip what a chick do You like his mind the way he looks And you said that his stinks
But all of that up Doesn't equal a fresh Let's who you are You the baby so fuck the superstar
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