Lyrics

[Frank V - Verse 1:] Digging in the scene with the gangster lean I know you'll probably think this is all routine; and I say this to plenty And with your friends steady blocking It really doesn't help any They say I'm from the wrong side of the tracks You like pretty boys Not gangsters with Cadillacs They don't think That a vato's got it made 'Cause I don't got boots Tight pants and a fade Nah, I got the blues 54 32's Sweat shirt and my Nike shoes Thugged out to maximum Yeah, it's true Bet even thugs need affection too So listen up 'cause [Chorus:] Baby I'll make you a star Jump inside We'll go real far I'm not from The Beatles You can't drive my car But you could take a puff From my big brown cigar I said Baby I'll make you a star Jump inside We'll go real far I'm not from The Beatles You can't drive my car But you could take a puff From my big brown cigar [Frank V - Verse 2:] Get with a real man Stop messing with them chumps He gives you bruises Scrapes and lumps He gots a buckets That fools always needing jumps, huh I got the Caddy with he monster bumps Roll to you pad on the late night creep Flip the highlight I'm too smooth for the beep Tell your boyfriend that your going to sleep early Come out to my Caddy And serve me And do me like a women only like you can do I don't mind being Number 2 Mr. Sancho, he can be the head hancho But I'll make you famous Like O.J's Bronco I know you're thinking this ain't like Frank V Because I use the B-word constantly And I'm known to use a hyna Just to get a piece of -- Then do them dirty But that is in the past [Chorus:] Baby I'll make you a star Jump inside We'll go real far I'm not from The Beatles You can't drive my car But you could take a puff From my big brown cigar I said Baby I'll make you a star Jump inside We'll go real far I'm not from The Beatles You can't drive my car But you could take a puff From my big brown cigar - Make me a star, baby Do you wanna ride Do you wanna ride Make me a star, baby If you wanna ride (Take a puff, baby) [Frank V - Verse 3:] See what I mean I changed I'm no longer A player on the run I need something that's stronger So if you're down, ciaga pues Mess around And get your name on my chest I was looking for a firme hyna It didn't happen They were mad a try life Mad at my rapping Saying either quit or I won't see them no more So I pick up the mic and I hit the door, on tour You know I spit game when the plane landed But I still came back empty handed Don't get me wrong Ladies try you get at me But them hoochie mama hynas Only make me happy For one night Then it's on with the freak But what about the other 6 days of the week What you need to did is get rid that zero And puff the brown cigar of this Big Brown hero [Chorus:] Baby I'll make you a star Jump inside We'll go real far I'm not from The Beatles You can't drive my car But you could take a puff From my big brown cigar I said Baby I'll make you a star Jump inside We'll go real far I'm not from The Beatles You can't drive my car But you could take a puff From my big brown cigar