Dangerous Dame, Master P - Street Stars lyrics

Now how many bitches wanna suck my dick
And how many niggas wanna fuck my bitch
How many young ass G's wanna hold my gat
How many jealous motherfuckers wanna
Control my sack
See im running shit bigger cause
I make more wealth
Its a 100 something niggas
Yelling break yourself
But if you try to break me
Come and sick off that hot
I bet my folks will catch ya
Before you get off that block
Boy you must know me, but I don't know you
My folks are loyal to me
Because they know im a TRU G
You fuckin with a vetern trying
To get your medicine
Got your ass served like you
Stole from the president
And now your bones hurt from doing long dirt
Before you step to this you
Should of did your homework
And you woman got so hard
Trying to be so hard
Fuckin' with a street star
Street stars got the whole world jockin'
Clowning in the falcon wiht the
Ole' girls bouncin' hand on
The wheel with the lavish rings, joint so fat
Tuen his acts to green got a mean mug look
With his lip turned up
But they hand a spunk cause
They stacking the bucks
Call him federal, sitting on a pedistal
Motherfuckers waving but they
Never really let him know he got the trunk
Full of choppers and punks
And he eat that red lobster for lunch
Damn, a International player always got
Some ass on his pager
Don't ask for no favors
Making love like he love em'
He don't love em' though
Rule number one up in his
Game never trust a hoe
And he quick to make a trigger spray
And he never pay attention to
The mind games niggas play
Rollin' solo never need no extra help
Never check it but making
Niggas check they self
So were you at I know who you
Are cause you just like dangerous dame
A motherfuckin' street star!

Left the town on my way to the diggity-o
Call me dame say these niggas
Need about 5 more who ride homicide
One time on the greet so we ditch
By a? to the backstreets king in the back
Getting high than the jiggity bird
Whatcha want G? The Gatorade
And the Thunderbird
But we ain't slippin' the boat keep dippin'
Stopped on 8-2 got some grass
And zippin we gon perve
Getting high than jiggity bird
64 shackle make them gold thangs hit the curb
Count my money met dame in the rollin' 100
Mobb'n motherfuckers in the
Back getting blunted
Ain't that Mack 10 parked like bark weed
Had to let loose cause a fool haunt me
Now im deep, how deep can I get
Cause fools out there get
You for these motherfuckin
Presidents leave you dead Glock to your head
Fucked in the game then pissed on your grave
Didn't pay dues now you on the news
Thats what you get when you wanna be
A street star, foo!