Pras – Ghetto Supastar lyrics

Dirty Cash *echoes*
Dirty Cash *echoes*
Yeah, uhh
[singers] Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
Yo, yo, yo
Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin like the Tri-Boro
Victory is endless cause we all want a hero
Blazing Saddles so stop horsing around
From sunup to sundown, it's the world renowned
It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
Cause I'm automated life flyin, Fate is on her knees
Locate the object, pinpoint my movin target
Pray for them, and bless em, like Sister Margaret
Got more alumni than the grad school of Harvard
Beat Street the movie was my all time favorite
So can you stand the smell of a black powder
My B. I. Is 700, horsepower
Burnin rubber, break you off somethin proper
Love it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah
[singers]
Just when you thought my shine was burnin out
Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night
There ain't no problems baby we can't get through
You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you
Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels!
Yo.. Yo, yo, yo
Yo she was hot to death, like the story Macbeth
When your marked for death it's a matter of life or death
I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath
When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints
Step by step, walkin through the, twentieth
Century, eyes on me
When the dogs start barkin you must set them free
Go in-Between the Sheets just like the Isley's
I'ma kill em precisely, indirectly
Choose my women wisely, Charlie's Angels got my back
As if I was Bosley, bout to get rowdy -aca