Super Star Slang

[Chorus - sung] The days, fly by fast And your love, may not last Your fame may have passed But your, name it still remains Lyrics will fade And ex-ec-u-tives paid Will leave your shit played But your, name it still remains [Main Flow] Hey yo I'd rather be rhymin than trapped in court In fact, make this a Michael Rappaport When I met you you didn't seem like the testy type Fuck around on the set kid, Wesley Snipes We in the mountains where it's brisk You know you couldn't - everything is Cuba Gooding End ya man for the Benjamins And stay out for the ginger lens My vocals rock crews, plus I got locks too Young chicks out Vivica Fox you More than cream and organ beamin I'm still out here, Morgan Freeman [Chorus] [Main Flow] Black Timb'n, in fact stack women Dis year y'all Jack Lemmon Close steppin to me, toast preppin the key I get live Mos Def-initely It's for your hidden hand you can't get rid of my plan You got to be Nicole Kid-man The don wins, invest with Con-Airs And write hot shit with Sean Penns You pour germs, when you know that it's your turn Now watch how the backwoods George Burns So face facts, still dealin with snakebacks Replace tracks when niggas act Sissy Spacek [Chorus] [Main Flow] Seem louder, now that the cream's milder You think you wild best believe I'm Gene Wilder Mack one, this ain't a act hon Step and get Samuel Jack-son Felony news, snitches sellin me clues Blow highs like Penelope Cruz The type to bug this, stay on your bicycle thug list When I'm out of weed, I'm Michael Douglas The pen spiller, this is your end killer Show me your girl and watch me Ben Stiller And I'm talkin a, cuddly whore Hit up the trick have her lookin for Dudley Moore [Chorus] - 2X