Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Akon Album: H.F.M. 2 (Hunger For More 2) Song: Celebrity Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Akon] Yeah!!! Heyyy!!! Yeah!! Uh huh!! Akon and Lloyd Banks!!!! Ohhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhh!!!! [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I just touched down Ferarri to concrete (Uh) I ain't even home and they talkin about me (What) Fuck out my ear if you talkin about free Nigga free don't pay the bills I'm ballin all out b! These rappers don't know me, nah I ain't your homey If your name ain't Em, Ferrari or Tony I make my wheel chromey, my Bentley, my Rollie My magnum, my forty, South Jamaica shorty These races I took in the gut yo The roach still here I'm just cookin it up slow Clear my mind I'm whippin the truck low My pop dead, but he live through his son though If rap ain't work, I be pimpin on some hoe Still eatin lobster and shrimp in the bungalow I'm back like crack, over the drum roll You know, wherever I go the gun go [Chorus: Akon] (*Lloyd Banks) We on the grind (HEY!!!) All the time (HEY!!!) Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine (HEY!!!) I keep a nine (HEY!!!) You see the shine (HEY!!!) I might let your ass slide this time While I get this papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! While I get this papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! 'Cause I'm a celebrity (*I don't need none of y'all!!!) Ghetto celebrity! (*Keep your punk ass awards!!!) I'm a celebrity! (*Take your fake smiles off!!!) Ghetto celebrity! Ain't nothin changed nigga!!! [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] Yeah! The media will test ya popularity is pressure Porche or Panoram a platinum hammer through their measure Wreck a booth up I'm too tough, that inner city grammer Step your jewels up, they bruised up, I sparkle for the camera Harsh reality is what's closin and holdin the Mac from openin Verbal attack all over these niggas push the herbs to the back I'm the kind that they prey on, spendin half of they day on They on niggas for days 'til shots spray on My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac Six four jumpin like the ground too hot The spot near chase a nigga down two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that ain't hear Two tone two door, green top, blue floor Green gwop galore, in and out a new whore The bright lights you saw, was a paparazzi flash Tryin to snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus: Akon] (*Lloyd Banks) We on the grind (HEY!!!) All the time (HEY!!!) Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine (HEY!!!) I keep a nine (HEY!!!) You see the shine (HEY!!!) I might let your ass slide this time While I get this papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! While I get this papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Papeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! 'Cause I'm a celebrity (*I don't need none of y'all!!!) Ghetto celebrity! (*Keep your punk ass awards!!!) I'm a celebrity! (*Take your fake smiles off!!!) Ghetto celebrity! Ain't nothin changed nigga!!! [Outro: Akon] Ain't nothin changed nigga!!! Ain't nothin changed nigga!!! Ain't nothin changed nigga!!! Ain't nothin changed nigga!!!