(Repeat through intro) Star Trak, Star Trak - Star Trak [Intro: Pharrell Williams] Lord Ive seen so many things That make me wonder why But if the Fettaralis comes to take my life Just give me the wings to fly And Ill say, to myself, yeah What a wonderful.. [Rosco P. Coldchain] Well well well, why dont you you roll your window down I want you to see this [Chorus] [PW:] When a nigga is delinquent with cash in hand Even if its just a couple of grams [RC:] Nigga do what I do, nigga drop that motherfucker Pop that motherfucker! [Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain] I done squeezed more guns than Charleton Heston And if you niggaz mouths persist to run on, Im a continue to step on Every limb on, every inch of yo body You better hope the outlaw better never go broke You fuck around you be the one being smacked around wit a gun No joke slick, Ill shoot your papa and tie your mama up Whoop out an eight and pull out a straight, bitch take a hit of this coke Now, I advise you niggaz to chill My percentile rises in the battle field Your gangsta rating declining when its time to kill You rewindin, is it Roscos rounds you feel? Your eyes blinded, not from the ice but the light from my steel Yall niggaz never seen real bread The Stroheman type that buy car, brick Home and bikes, all at the same time I havent either Basically what Im saying Ill jam you, one Desert Eagle Uhh, coat change Jack! [Chorus] (2x) [Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain] Why did the dickhead cross the road? Man I hit em with a 12 gauge And I didnt give him a chance to reload Thats what inexperienced gangstas get for playing a role You hatin on my dough? Look now there goes an angel taking your soul Fuck you, your fun, and your 4.6 I can push a renter, peel em wit guns and still be the shit Itll be nice to be rich, but Id rather be well off A half a pile raw, house in Conshohocken In a rimmed Impala I roll with thugs and thieves Not the petty kind but the ones thatll make you get on your knees And pursaude you with their thundering pound To give up your valuables or they gunning you down I wanna leave the pullitzers even though you cooperated They still letting off rounds Now in your own matter you drown Greed and insanity drove me to start killing you clowns 41 caliber slugs stuck in your bladder now Clipse, Rosco P. - we platinum bound [Chorus] (2x) [Verse: Rosco P. Coldchain] You niggaz would love to see me gone In a plastic bag ligaments torn But bitch I pop more niggaz than I pop Perkisets Thump on you so hard Ill make it seem like Even if you were strapped your hammer just aint working right Bullets coming in flurries, fiends coming in a hurry At a quarter to four in the morning, knocking at my crackhouse door Neighbors waking up yawning, secretly calling the police Drawn, and that fact Im ignorin Like Im not running a 24-Hour drugstore Like I aint got enough guns to take on an armed force Remmington will leave ya mind simmering In a fine blood sauce when Im pissed off Which is all the time so you better get lost I aint got a fine line These slugs will leave ya twitching like a schitz and smoke his jaw You dealing with a repeat feloner If we cant see eye to eye, Im a sea level ya And I mean that, deado [Chorus]
Artist: Rosco P. Coldchain Pharrell Williams
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