Street Superstar - Ras Kass, Gift3D

Playing by our own rules

Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers

Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar)

I know you know who we are (Who we are)

Certified street superstar (Superstar)

Yeah

Brand new CLS with my C.L.S.

Cute little scumbag, when she undress

Always keep my dick hard like Cialis (Blood bitch)

Active red-rag, call her PMS

Hood, platinum, I be, legendary emcee

Smoke tree, 115 in CDC

Seen a bucked-naked nigga on PCP

Whip six cops, homies said he «3 OG»

Shit I’m cool, Coolio, groupies at the studio

Gangsters paradise, smoking doobies making movie dough

Yo, yo, su-su-sudio

Real earthy sister burning sage & patchouli bro

Told her press the 'fro, invest in some lipstick (Haha)

Hey, I’m Americanized, I’m a dipshit

And I flip shit like juggling turds

I roll with God-body, felons, muggles & nerds

Insider or outcast, we just crumblin' herb

The judge break you off a piece like hor d’oeuvre

My silver fur on the curb, watch and observe

You cowards criticize in a blurb from Ivory Towers

Drinkin' the golden showers, ugh

In the foreign or the old school (Old school)

Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor)

Playing by our own rules

Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers

Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar)

I know you know who we are (Who we are)

Certified street superstar (Superstar)

1520 Sedgwick Avenue, the South Bronx

Got South central in the south of France

Croissant & poisson, like Jesus multiplied it

Don’t hide it, divide it, Fish & Chip — we reunited

Break bread with me

Life hacks, talk Ted with me

Scratch a lotto in the alley

Don’t be scared Ricky

Sawed-off gauge to back, I spit like that

Foamin' at the mouth like draft on tap

I commit the black-on-black, I gets down

No match, Soulja Boy, Chris Brown

And shawty said the beat was like molly

Then sniffed half a gram off a Salvador Dali

I said, «Goddamn!»

Shit, ain’t no more «Illuminati»

The name always changes to the uninitiated

My heart pump the blood of Abraham and Sarah

Black man in the mirror be the Black Pantera

The cap Carolina, New Era

Welcome to the Terror Dome, carats like he went to Jared

I’ll chop your arm off, you wear your heart on your sleeve

See, they begged me to come, security asked me to leave

Fuck outta here

In the foreign or the old school (Old school)

Sippin' champagne or malt liquor (Liquor)

Playing by our own rules

Surrounded by Cinderella in them glass slippers

Serve us the soul food with the caviar (Caviar)

I know you know who we are (Who we are)

Certified street superstar (Superstar)

Certified street superstar