Clipse - Taiwan to Texas lyrics

Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Where you at?
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Where you at?

From Taiwan to Texas, Lambos to Lexus
Diamonds in my necklace
Leave y'all bitches breathless
You don't want to test this
Burners leave you chestless
Thousand niggas restless
Do you get my message?!

Yo, choose your sides, we coming for the top
Y'all niggas bout to drop like fall guys
When I speak, all rise
Or get trampled over in Range
Rovers with fog lights
Tonight's got a feel in the air
Caused by they stare
And the spots that we walk
Patrons whisper and glare
You know we coming minked out
Ears, neck and wrist freezed out
Looking like we robbed the Sphinx out
Haters in the back
You know they Cuban King'd out
Jealous as ever
We took the handmade link routes
Two vandals, twin calicos with pearl handles
Donuts, middle of street, in pink Lambos
Passenger seat, glanced at her feet
Hot pink sandals sparking my heat
Told me her name was Roman Candles
Yo, ya'll know who we are
You're looking at stars
Clipse are the ones breakin the law

Young guns bustin out, targa tops and drops
Sipping on Black Label lacing it with scotch
Ready or not we comin' at y'all
Ready and cocked
With one shot, accurate hit with red dot
Ninety degrees, ninety-five speed
Feeling the breeze
Ninja style, twelve hundred CCs
Travel in threes we dabble in speed
Poppin wheelies on the interstate
355 with fish gills, watch how they ventilate
My time radiate, my sons they got manners
They cock hammers
Hear bout my dogs on cop scanners
Cat's wanna come to my clique, borrowin beats
But the Clipse got all this on lock
Swallow the key we plane hoppin
Meanwhile y'all name dropping
Went from train hopping to
Diamond exchange shopping
Tank-topping wit links
Ice dropping in drinks
Malice winning much, rocking the mink, what!

(Tell em where the fuck you from)
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak (yeah, c'mon)

Yeah, who got it sewn up?
Who got a thousand on they side
With signs that's thrown up
Shit, we got it blown up
While y'all take the bus our
Bitches is flown up
Four wheeling, popping hot bars at the ceilin
We cock back
Auto matics because it's thrillin
Ask yourself
You ready to try? you ready for I?
Assed out, mashed out bitch, get ready to die

It's wild how we fall up
In pubs and night clubs
Ladies show love by giving
Back rubs in bathtubs switch that
Backing the thugs wit black
Gloves cause they actors
Catching our slugs with fractures
Running wit thirty niggas who looking
For where beef at
Clipse name come out they mouth
We make em see black
They blind in they third eye
My view is bird's eye
Malice eliminate every first
Second and third guy

(Tell em where the fuck you from)
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak
Star Trak, Star Trak (yeah, c'mon)
(Tell em where the fuck you from)
Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak (Huh)
Star Trak, Star Trak -
(bitches) Star Trak (yeah, uh)
Star Trak, Star Trak - (yeah) Star Trak