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Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard
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Man man, look at the sky
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All the stars
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Man the stars are beautiful tonight...look at them!
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Chorus: Mya
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Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
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Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
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Run away with me, to another place
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We can rely on each other, uh huh...
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From one corner to another, uh huh...
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Verse 1: Pras Michel
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Uh, yeah, yo, yo
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Some got hopes and dreams
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We got ways and means
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The supreme dreamteam
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Always up with the scheme
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From hubcaps to sellin' raps
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Name your theme
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I'mma rise to the top
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Floatin' on this cream
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Who the hell wanna stop me
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I hated those who doubt me
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A million Refugees with unlimited warranties
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Black Ceasar, datin' top divas
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Diplomat in Middle East, no time for a Visa
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It just begun
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I'mma shoot them one by one
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Got five sides to me
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Somethin' like a pentagon
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Strike with the forces of King Solomon
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Lettin' bygone be bygone
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And so on, and so on
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I'mma teach these cats how to live in the ghetto
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Keepin' it retro-spective from the get-go
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Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
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Politics with ghetto senators on the deal-o
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard
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One two, and you don't stop, yo!
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My eyes are soar bein' a senator
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Behind closed doors hittin' truth to the C floor
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You rich don't know us, ignore
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The tug of war while the kids who are poor
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Open new and better drugstores
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So I became hardcore
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Couldn't take it no more
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I'm gonna reveal everything
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Change the law
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I find myself walkin' the streets
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Tryin' to find
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What's really goin' on in the streets
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Verse 3: Pras Michel
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Yeah, yo, yo, yo...
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Now every dog got his day, needless to say
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When the chief away
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That's when them cats wanna play
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I told you, dance around you fools, like Casius Clay
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Stretch my heater, make you do a part of beret
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Kick your balls like Pele`
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Think I'm doin' ballet
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Peak like Dante
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Broader than Broadway, get applause like a matador
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Cry, yellin', ol?
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Who the hell wanna see me, from B.K., to Cali?
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Come on...uh!
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Chorus
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Verse 4: Pras Michel
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Yeah... yo, yeah
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Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
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Showcase your finest and lose your bets on a horserace
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Two face, kickin' 'n defaced out like Scarface
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Slow your roll money, let me put on my screwface
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Verse 5: Ol' Dirty Bastard
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And I'm paranoid at the things I say
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Wonderin' what's the penalty from day to day
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I'm hangin out partyin' with girls that never die
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The C.O.'s pickin' on the small frys
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My campaign tellin' lies
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I was just spreadin' my love
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Didn't know my love
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Was the one holdin' the gun in the glove
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But it's all good as long as it's understood
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It's all together now, in the hoooooooooooood......
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Chorus
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Pras Michel: All...Stars, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Chorus
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Ol' Dirty Bastard: Shake it baby!, shake it baby!
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Ghetto Superstar (That Is What You Are)
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| Pras Michel feat/ODB & Mya |
