Celebrity

Lyrics

[Intro: Akon] Yeah, hey Yeah, uh huh, Akon and Lloyd Banks [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I just touched down Ferrari to concrete, uh I ain't even home and they talkin' bout me (What) Fuck out my ear if you talkin' bout 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 Fourty, 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 ho 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 [Refrain: Akon] We on the grind, 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 paper, paper While I get this paper, paper 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 2: Lloyd Banks] 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 grammar 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 here 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 [Refrain: Akon] We on the grind, 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 paper, paper While I get this paper, paper 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 [Fade out] Ain't nothin' changed nigga Ain't nothin' changed nigga Ain't nothin' changed nigga Ain't nothin' changed nigga