Dangerous Dame - Street Stars lyrics

[Dame] Now how many b**hes wanna s** my dick And how many n***as wanna f** my b**h How many young a** G's wanna hold my gat How many jealous motherf**ers wanna control my sack See im running sh** bigger cause I make more wealth Its a 100 something n***as 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 dont know you My folks are loyal to me, because they know im a TRU G You f**in with a vetern trying to get your medicine Got your a** 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 f**in' 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 Motherf**ers 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 a** on his pager Dont ask for no favors, making love like he love em' He dont 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 n***as play Rollin' solo never need no extra help Never check it but making n***as check they self So were you at I know who you are cause you just like dangerous dame A motherf**in' street star! [Master P] Left the town on my way to the diggity-o Call me dame say these n***as 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 gra** 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 motherf**ers 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 motherf**in Presidents leave you dead Glock to your head f**ed 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! *Master P Talking til' end*