Hot Karl - Supastar lyrics

[Intro] "You don't have to be a star, baby To be in my show" Slow jam! Superstar, what! This is like "Around The Way Girl" 2002! "Now I don't need no superstar" [Verse 1] You don't have to be a superstar for me in actuality I'd rather find a normal girl who's based in reality She's not like other chicks, she's just more like a friend Not a fake looking b**h who's only in it for your ends The kind of girl that look good even without makeup Still able to be beautiful when she just wakes up She don't need Gucci or Prada to blow up the spot She can sport a Members Only jacket and still look hot Not about designer labels or all of that wealth No glitz or glamour dum dum, she's all about herself Don't get me wrong, she ain't no tree-hugging hippie It just don't take her five hours get ready to get wit' me And I need a girl who can stand up for my beef Down to throw punches if we run into Tyrese I haven't found this girl lately Cause she ain't a superstar but she's in my show, baby [Hook] "You don't have to be a star, baby To be in my show" Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby "You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby To be in my show" [Verse 2] I need a girl with no extensions in her hair All real, naturale, and the b**h don't care She don't like trendy clubs, she considers them a waste She'd rather stay home, hang out and rent "Scarface" But when she does get dressed up, ha ha, sh**'s over She even makes gay men look over their shoulder And even once I signed she never got starstruck I said "I got a big advance!" and she said "Who gives a f**?" She's happier with beer than she is with Cristal And if I got busted like Shyne she would have held my pistal She's not the kind of girl where everybody's boning her Like Snoop's first CD, where everybody's owning her But that's not her, cause she's picky with her s** And if you try to spit game then she's screaming out "Next!" She doesn't model, doesn't act, doesn't dance, doesn't rap Isn't in my video but still a star through all that [Hook] "You don't have to be a star, baby To be in my show" Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby "You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby To be in my show Now I don't need no superstar" [Verse 3] She's from a chosen few, even loved by your crew Cause she seems to know every little thing that she should do If we're in my parents' house then she knows how to talk And if we're cruising Crenshaw then she'll probably Crip walk And if we go to New York we'll hit up Mobb Deep shows When we make it to the South, then she's throwing some 'bows She's clear of starf**er and she ain't in the record biz Not a hip-hop head but she knows who Rakim is And to impress her I don't have to spend money She'll proofread my rhymes and tell me if they're funny She's into Baldwin Brothers but she don't shout it out Cause actually I think she has no clue what it's about I'm not used to relationships, haven't had one in real long I'm used to meaningless s** where I would nut and then I'm gone We only fought once or twice and there's not much drama She's the exact opposite of a baby's mama But I'm like every other guy and I'm still a bit fickle She needs a tight a**, nice tits and decent nipples But that's how it is, and they naturally glow She ain't a superstar but she's up in my show! [Hook] "You don't have to be a star, baby To be in my show" Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby "You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby To be in my show Now I don't need no superstar Cause I'll accept you as you are You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby To be in my show" Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby "Now I don't need no superstar"