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<font size="6" face="Arial, Helvetica"><strong>Hip-Hop Star</strong></font><br><br>

I’m a ghetto guy, and my whole life long all I’ve done is Rock<br>
And god knows I’ve made it as a Rock Star…But now mama, wherever you are, <br>
You gotta help me, ‘cause mama, I wanna be a hip-hop star and this… <br>
This is something coming from inside of me that I cannot understand<br>
Is more than a feeling… is destiny!<br>
I just wanna to be like all my homiest in the hood! but life … <br>
Life took me to be a rock star, So!<br><br>

Hey Máma! I wanna be a hip-pop Star <br>
I wanna have lots of money, driving a fast car<br>
Help me Máma! I need to be a hip-pop Star <br>
I want bling bling big booty’s, gangsta rap<br><br>

From the top, I need to understand<br>
What do I need to be a real Hip-Hop Star <br>
I’ve seen some videos and they run always those big cars<br>
And you know what!?, I think this gonna be my start…alright!<br><br>

I need a car, but I ain’t got no money<br>
So I walk down the street and take the first with my name on it<br>
Gotta be a Porsche, Bentley, Mercedes or Ferrari<br>
I take this Hummer, I like it and I wan it! … Hn!<br><br>

And Now I got 4 wheeeels and they will get me running <br>
But there still the problem, where da fuck I get the money! <br>
So I walk down the street searching for the next Bank<br>
But what’s gonna happen there, that I can’t tell … ok!<br><br>

I’ve got the money, but I still look’n dress like shit!<br>
So I’ll buy my self some clothes always walking down the street!<br>
I want Prada, Versace, Gucci or Armani <br>
I need to look good, On + I’ve got the money ‘cause!<br><br>

Hey Máma! I wanna be a hip-pop Star, I wanna have lots of money, driving a fast car<br>
Help me Máma! I need to be a hip-pop Star, I want bling bling big booty’s, gangsta rap<br>
C’mon Máma! I wanna be a hip-pop Star, I wanna have lots of money, driving a fast car <br>
Help me Máma! I need to be a hip-pop Star, I want bling bling big booty’s, gangsta rap<br><br>

Now everybody’z in panic, they tryna clear all tha static<br>
Mama told me if U go 4 what’chu want’chu  can have it<br>
So now I’m breakin tha wallz, watch me takin’em all<br>
By surprise… U wont believe ya own eyez<br><br>

I want tha money & bling, cuz pushin’ whips izza dream <br>
I’m suffocatin & I’m waitin’ 2 unzip this & scream<br>
I got passion & love 4ever lastin’<br>
A milli ta one & now we down to tha last ten<br><br>

And now my swagger iz bold, I took this chance on my own<br>
To every question that’chu ask me, every answer iz cold<br>
And I’ma strive 4my goal, rhyme from tha spirit & dome<br>
Strait 2ya heart!! That’s tha reason they be callin me “SouL”<br><br>

So mama this what I want: 2b a Hip-Hop Star<br>
Wit lottsa women, lottsa doe & a pimped out car<br>
So watch me take it away, aint got no tyme 4no play<br>
Im onna mission… til then, U’ll hear me rhymin & saaaay…<br><br>

Chorus<br><br>


& now I’ve got money, cars, big booty girls, Jacuzzis & expensive clothes <br>
with my name on it, But there’s something missing, I need a style <br><br>

& for this I need some Mafia Boss models<br>
I need to act and behave like the Godfather<br>
I could get one of the greatest, Mister Don Vito Corleone<br>
But this is not my style, I don’t feel Al Capone<br>
And U know me, Is not about the money!<br><br>

So as a Cuban, I’ll take Tony Montana<br>
I have the same accent you get when U come from Havana!<br>
I could deal with some marimba but just for having fun<br>
‘Cause I know from some gangster pary’s where the girls go… Wilde!<br><br>

But I haven’t shot nobody <br>
My life was always going from pary to pary! U know what!? <br>
Fuck that! I don’t wanna do no gangster rap, <br>
Because I’m not going to prison just to waste my time!<br><br>

Chorus<br><br>

LABANA	Yeah! U See Mom! U know I’m gonna make it<br>
‘Cause that’s the way it is, That’s the way it shut be<br>
U know how we do, we gonna make it to the top!<br>
Aunque tenga que pactarlo!<br><br>

Him!		Laughing… 

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