Superstar(Double Murder = Double Platinum)-Westside Connection

[Chorus] While your shuckin＇ and jivin＇ howdy drivin＇ Rollin＇ in my SUV (Westside Ni**a) All my plus three thugs on the way to the club And when I come you got love for me Cause I＇m a super super star (Staaaar) You know we＇re super super star (Staaaar) [Ice Cube] Everybody know jail records sell records Imma catch a case come to court ni**a bail naked I got the formula double murder equal double platinum I know these b**ch *z wonderin＇ why I＇m bustin＇ at em The rich a famous ignoramus It＇s kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got Ain＇t enough ni**a where your mug shot? Where＇s your drug spot ni**a yous a was-not I cant bump your sh*t if you never was shot Before you bust a verse ni**a go snatch a purse You ain＇t my dogg till you laid up in a hurse And you＇ll learn about loyalty when the record company Try to f**k your family out the royalty Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back Goddamn that ni**a can rap [Chorus] [Mack 10] Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say It＇s the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K No NO it don＇t matter how good you spit If you ain＇t hit the trauma unit they ain＇t playin＇ your sh*t Who gives a f**k if your money and game up to par Cause jail time and bullets make a ni**a a star But it＇s a shame you ain＇t gettin＇ no real as figures Got these white kid fools like you some real as *z But most of ya＇ll is cowards ain＇t nothin＇ like me Cause I＇m a Westside motherf**ker Inglewood G And f**k sellin＇ records if I gotta get murd I＇d rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work And it ain＇t but a few real killas and scrapers And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers And I can care less about a battlin＇ skills Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel [Chorus] [WC] F**ked up down the game is f**ked up now This new rapper got shot and looked up now ni**a F**k a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface I got em shakin＇ and nervous cause ya＇ll created a murderous Brazin＇ tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you Got my gauge right at you F**k Paula Abdul I＇m an American Idol With my album cover posin＇ with a semi auto rifle Cause murderin＇ vital cells and steels ain＇t real enough The media wants drama so I ain＇t givin＇ a f**k If I kill me ni**a won＇t get shot in the heart I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park So bang this sh*t ni**a hang that sh*t You say you don＇t but I know you love this gangsta-sh*t ni**a Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together Like cops a radars ash and A and R [Ice Cube] To all my *z lovin＇ chicken and watermelon Talk brokin＇ English and drug sellin＇ Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin＇ You got to be a felon to get your sh*t sellin＇ And if it got to be that way A ni**a murder me a rapper today It just happened today So if I come clappin＇ your way It＇s just to sell what a ni**a sold back in the day Bang this and my *z get dangerous Bang this with a four five stainless Bang this and the b**ches go painless Bang this if you want to be famous Bang this and my *z get dangerous Bang this with a four five stainless Bang this and the b**ches go painless Bang this if you want to be famous