Artist: Northstar f/ Coco, Midnight Album: West Coast Killa Beez Song: Super Star Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Christbearer] Yeah, yeah, awww, yeah Yeah, yeah, awww, yeah Yeah, yeah, awww, yeah Yeah, yeah, who am I? [Chorus 3X: Christbearer] I be the super star, nigga Champagne caviar, nigga, chaffeur, fetch a car, nigga You better be a star, nigga No matter who you are, nigga, Northstar, nigga [Christbearer] You better be a star, nigga Duma Ashkabar, nigga, young black czar, nigga Jam and jelly at the jar, nigga So approach me that's so far, nigga, where the blood pour, nigga Make 'em all scream "that's our nigga" You better be a star, nigga, play the guitar, nigga Bet the celly in the car, nigga Smoke the cigar, you better be large, nigga [Meko the Pharaoh] Meko get all up in ya (in ya) Stay bending corners in the summer, in the winter Another winner, with a proper education You in violation, going against the black nation (nigga) Multiplications of the world's inflation Got young kids and old men free basing I stay adjacent to the word in the streets Rocking muthafuckas with the Northstar heat So let me take you on a narrow ass language Some caught flame cuz they couldn't change the game Cuz shit gets strange in the street I'm a Long Beach nigga, with Long Beach heat [Chorus 3X] [Midnight] I got a, groove with the demo, I done, wrote in the memo I done, fucked with Jay Leno, I done, fucked bad hoes I done, done the shows, I done, done the crimes I done, done the time, I done, sip the wine I done, fucked the dimes, I done, toke the nine She came tail along with song, by the way you flood the call Better up in the club, he know I'm buying out the bar Eating the finest foods like caviar, but still a street star Fly TV's in the whip, fly TV bitches on my dick And I ain't gotta spit, they know what I'm chirping with Yo, I'm a super, super, star, bitch [Coco] We at the bar, so fuck who you are And pull toasters, stand a toast at the bar Our reputation is incomparable, match the scar That's for all, something nice and all, getting the mic from moss Ain't enough bitches in the world could fuck me Ain't enough lips in the world can suck me Ain't enough drunks, trust me, in this crystal game My sister seen the pricest things and icey rings And delight the scene, only write, what I've seen Regardless what I seen, the hardest dream Muthafuckas wanna bite you from your center thing That's why I bring the sticky hen, that hangs up a chinky man Sun glasses wanna train on dime piece asses Fuck partying, a lot of crashes I'm back in pulling guns out of stashes You can't splash on the splashes...