Big Moe - Star 2 Nite lyrics

rate me

(feat. A3, Tyte Eyez, Ronnie Spencer)

[singing]

[Hook x2: Ronnie Spencer]

I'm, feeling like a star tonight

Top fly ladies, at the bar tonight

I'm about, to get the party hype

Feeling, like a star tonight

[A3:]

Well I'ma slide in the mix, sitting low on a switch

Hit it hard like brick, lil' daddy I won't miss

You boys must forgot, when we crawl through the lot

We come to wreck shop, niggaz getting body rocked

Make it drop flip-flop, hoes keep your lips locked

Barberry strawberry, candy paint white top

You can do it on the scene, it's every playa's dream

I'm fool mine's, and always saturated on lean

We dodge the playa-hation, pimp game conversation

To pull a throwed bop, and commit penetration

Scoop her living for partnas, you ain't know then look around

Be ready for H-Town, it's going all the way down come on

[Hook x2]

[Big Moe:]

I pulled up at the club, parking lot pimping

No mo' white cups, but a playa still sipping

You know me M-O-E, I get my buzz on

A dime piece, and I ain't taking no scrubs home

You gotta face me, or even taste me

(what it taste like), Bar Baby

That's, the sweet taste

Better known down here, as a skee taste

Everytime I step out, and hit the club

I valet hit the do', and all the thugs showing love

Moe V.I.P., and all dranks for free

I appreciate the love you shown, now all dranks on me

[Hook x2]

[Killa Milla:]

I'm feeling ice cold, like the middle of winter

Throwback blue and gold, like a Astro simmer

I make this sound simple, so go on do the math

Killa Milla plus cash, equals a throwback slab

Got some throwback rims, they were born in '78

Grew in cherry year, 24 inches to date

24 switches to break, add eight to sixteen

Put a Benz in it's place, 2000 and 3

23 inch Spre's, inside the dots they spotted

At 600 so I speed, I leave that hoe topless

Took the wrist and I rocked it, Cardier doing time

Got the face behind boys, looking like a diamond mine

He make these diamonds shine, I'm talking bout Johnny

He compliments my rhymes, I'm talking bout Ronnie

Noke D on the track, and his shit's the hottest

Leave me behind the wheel, cause he know that I got this

Now watch this, I act guards like Emmitt Smith

My spinners it simmer-simmers, on side of his helmet

And oh boy, I'm feeling like a star tonight

Ring side, at the Tyson fight man

[Hook x3]

I'm feeling like a star tonight