Juice - He's a Star

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Tempo:		113.7 bpm ^(?)
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Uploaded:		481 days ago

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This is a hot retake on Vanessa Carlton's "Walk a Thousand Miles". **LYRICS: I'm a star The prince is here Sugarhill is back (that's right bay-bee) And we get money, oww Dip we're alone in the whip With his pants saggin Ice on the neck and the wrist I wish that I had him Girls goin wilde tryin ta grab em Cause he's a star, yeah Dip we're alone in the whip With his pants saggin Ice on the neck and the wrist I wish that I had him Girls goin wild tryin ta grab em Cause he's a star Picture me rollin, holdin In the Benz wagon Pants saggin, wrists so heavy With that ice See, it got my hands draggin A young dude like a grown man In a Lance wagon Even in the Jetta They wanna jump on my bandwagon In Japan, I'm the man I'm with the hot beat Got all the chicks That's offering their kid, saki But that's not me (no no no) The ladies just love me They rush me to stop me Touch me to know I'm The real thing, no copy Please get your daughter She's callin me papi (papiii) Don't mean to sound cocky But the jewels that are Sylvester Stallone alone Make this Rocky I know this fly dude sickens you And it's itchin you You gonna need lil bit more than Some chicken soup You're gonna need a doctor And some surgery My nickname is 911 Emergency I know you heard of me J-U-I-C-E See me on MTV or BET You know I keep it hot I call my wrist Chris Rock Cause it's funny How I don't rock What other kids rock Honeys want me to scoop 'em And go for ice cream They wanna do nice things Like go sightseeing To the nets game Ice skate and jet skiing Cause they see the ice blingin And the nice benz Flights to Italy I keep that fresh mozzarella I'm in the Maserati Cooler than Fonzerelli They blowin up my celly And my BlackBerry I'm not mad at them Because they don't how to fella I'm into fettucinis Spaghetti string bikinis Step out the beamer blingie They say your boy is dreamy Everytime they see me They wanna jump the gun It's like @ Mickey D's They always want a number one I keep your kids stones Put you in the groundstones And when you call my phone You get a special ringtone You know I treat you good If you could have me, you would Now let me tell you baby If you could have me, you should