Neighborhood Superstar - Hot Boys, Big Tymers

Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it 735's I drive fits ta match, when I past

Bitches ask, Who the fuck was that?

Girl thats Juvenile you don’t know’em he on fire

17 inch momos black magic on his tires

Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones

And concerts in the Superdome

Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator

Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators

Visa gold, bank account on swole

Got my million dollar destiny under control

Millions a fantasy, Juvenile’s reality

Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary

You want business with me Boss playa ya have to be

I’ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me I got a gold and crome Beretta

I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor

And I can bet a — hundred G’s and my pockets won’t hurt

Nigga set for life nigga puttin’in work

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstar

Feared by many and loved by broads

Verse 2: Baby

Neighborhood superstar

Ridin’in these pretty cars

Uptown niggas livin’like movie stars

Flyin’ta tennessee chillin’with lil jimmie

And transportin’coke back and forth to my city

Takin’flights

Be in Las Vegas over night

Chillin’with Lo Jack

Sippin’on cognac

Goin’to casinos

Gamblin’with the young ninos

Loosin'20 Gs worth of C notes

Nigga I sold dope all my life

Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night

I guess cuz I’m rich

These hoes say I’m a stuntin’bitch

Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit

But I’m a star

Bitch you can keep that gar

Give me the money and a brand new car

Livin’in eastover dealin’big balla parties

Invitin’all the fuckin’female roovers

Ridin’in lambruginis

Beaches hoes and bikinis

Me and Fresh tag teamin'

Ridin’in convertible land roovers

Hoes be sweatin’cuz of the mouth full of golds

Nigga baallin’out of control

Verse 3: Mannie Fresh

I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars

And I pack a big dick down in tha draws

I’m a neighborhood peppa boy

Platinum steppa boy

Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy

Young G Ridin’in a hum v Broads tellin’bitches tellin’hoes come see

20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims

Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems

Don’t nobody got mo ends than me Don’t nobody drive a fuckin’benz like me I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas

17 inches on a brand new lexus

Picture project hoes dancin’on marble floors

Kissin’one nigga from his head to his toes

Who you wanna be like manny or mike

How you gone shine dark or bright

Cuz these hoes be wishin’to ride in a 97 expedition

When I pass I make’em stop look and listen

For tryin’ta follow tha big body empala

Don’t love’em don’t need’em bitch sorry can’t holla

verse 4: Lil Wayne

Now tell me what kinda

Nigga got diamonds that’ll *bling* blind ya

I’m only 14 I’m a big tymer

I’m sittin’on crome all week shiner

My golds hang low

Crystal on the flo

I’ma flex

Twenty thousand dollar rolex

I got my name on a street up in every city

And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me Look I’m feared by many loved by broads

I’m livin’marvelous I’ma superstar (superstar)