Who’s Da Star

Lyrics

[Intro: Havikk] Yeah this is the mouth piece. I'm just kickin' it you know what I'm sayin'? I'm finna call up my homie Prod' and Young Prod', and my homie Rhime Son and see what they gettin' into today. Yeah, we just kickin' it [Verse 1: Prodeje] Up in the mornin' and I'm feelin' kinda lucky Dips only thin tryin' to scoop my nigga Money My Blazer got beat and it's bumpin' the beat up Sittin' on chrome rocks, Money got the heater Spice through the hood with me cause my funk got vibe I grab that ass like the 'caine grabbed Todd Bridges, Bebe You don't gotta feel me I'm that same ass nigga from the hood G That strolled up the wall block when I was youngsta You chastise me so I wouldn't be a busta Ain't nothin' changed but the name and come up Niggas wanna run up, I still pull my gun up Down for my homies for life and for always Back in the days I used to star gaze Cause I knew that weight paid But today my mama told me, "Fame ain't shit But straight wit' what you got and now what you get." Whassup? [Hook] Who's a star {x6} [Verse 2: Havoc] Now check the flow Check this flow Shall I not or shall I kick up this dust Rude boy comin' with that G-Funk touch Back in the day You was my G and still my G, loc S.C. 'til I die Murder Squad Peep this G flow Money changed me Never loc, I'm down 'til I fall For my hood it's where it's good and it's on when my homies call Rollin' solo, six deuce, you know it's poppin' Second switch ass droppin' Head bobbin' Sounds knockin' Givin' up my hood cause my hood got my back G Tighter than the drawers on a fag lackin' sex, we Kick it on the daily West side big baby Havoc and Prodigal flows droppin' bolos So swayze I'm still mobbin' where I grew up Downin' 4-0's wit' my G's, hittin' punks up What's up? Creepin' and a crawlin' D's on my rida Havoc's not a star I'm just an O.G. west sider [Chorus] [Verse 3: Prodeje] Where you wanna go, tell me where you wanna swang it Not with the Squad, tell me where you wanna brang it? Big Prod' rocks as I knocks in my coupla Tryin' to find peace in a hood full of hoopla Stayin' sucka free isn't easy Brothers tryin' to freeze me All the hood rats tryin' to seize me Knockin' on my wood for my G's And my enemies tryin' to diss two C's, y'all can get these Nuts and bolts and quotes from the Cartel S.C. G, double E, yeah I got's mail Feelin' in the cut though you be a playa hater Thinkin' I'm a star and you're blowin' up my pager Why you gotta trip loc? Thinkin' I'ma sniff blow? Crossin' out my name while you're trippin' on my thang, loc Drinking over, now I'm sober and it's all to the G No I'm not a star, I'm your homie [Chorus] I'm the same Who's the star I'll never change Who's the star I'm still down with my homies Who's the star Who's the star Never, ever, never, ever, ever gonna change I'm the same, I'll never change Who's the star