Well, the movie star, well, she crashed her car But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head Everyone said she was dangerous Well, the chief
Übersetzung: Cracker. Movie Star.
I stay strapped muthafuckas better get your gat It ain't easy bein me I can't take it life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it and ever since the movies
people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse
queen without a nation, Lies about land rights, Build uranium mines, avoiding millions in tax, You've never paid a fine. When, in the ear of our leaders, to start
gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right. [something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight. So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star
: [Chorus:] Cover me in blush, I'm a sugar rush So sinful with my stare, like a millionaire Cover me in cream, handle me with care I'm in your every
a dark lord well dressed seducing our sun Upon the dawning of her full day he usually would come Galloping upon his winged horse Leaving trails of stars
gat cocked I need a knot, shit is gettin hot The others said, "What could we do? It's on you" He stared em down as he passed 'em the brew "Hmm, maybe
baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course but it ends in Hollywood divorce (Verse 1: Lil Wayne) And I'm gon' start Yea, and I don'
ones abiding Two sky?s seeing them both dying Two sky?s fading ones evading Crack pipes, needles, PCP and fast cars Kind of mix really well in a dead movie star
video camera, lets make a movie baby you the star so as soon as I press record you got's to do me baby you can stare all in the mirror, take a pic at
the warm summer air I live in a town where you can't smell a thing You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement Up above aliens hover making home movies
't stop puffin til I re-tire My bitches, my niggaz, they off the wire They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire Movie star bitches the ones you desire
6SL, I got a SSL I score movies, make Supreme Clientele [Chorus: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)] Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
turn me up, yo I started off in the underground From mono to stereo Now I'm surround sound Blowin through your tubes Leavin holes through your speakers Crackin
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star Nineteen
Money like Ben Franks baby pictures I'm the lady twister, I kiss her whiskers I been runnin' this shit, blisters Stickin' to the script, movie star
