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Ghetto Supastar (Pras) · Ghetto Supastar (Pras) · Mya (Mya) · Mya (Mya) · SupaStar [5 Tracks] (Floetry) · SupaStar/I'll Die (Floetry) · You, You, You (& You) (The Ames Brothers) · You, You, You (& You) (The Ames Brothers) · You Can Tune a Piano, But You Can't Tuna Fish/Hi Infidelity/Live: You Get What You Play (REO Speedwagon) · Ghetto Bird (Knightowl) – and 90 other albums »


Don't have to be No Supastar (Supastar, Supastar)
Just gotta be just who you are, oh-whoa
In everyone there's a sense of purpose
That's right so
Ghetto supastar
That is what you are
Coming from afar
Reaching for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
Ghetto supastar
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?

I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

No need to cherish luxuries 'cause everythin' come and go
Even the life that you have is borrowed
'Cause your not
in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

No need to cherish luxuries 'cause everythin' come and go
Even the life that you have is borrowed
'Cause your not
by now
So I'm tryna figure out
Late
What the hell you did
Baby to me when you took a dig
Late
I'm overdue
That's why I got an attitude
I know
the ghetto? 

We make pride in the ghetto by selling that cracks
Niggas make pride by busting the gang
Might stick a niggas up making a gap
So dirty bag
the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible
The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive
sound
They taught me the tricks and trades, I'm stuck in my ghetto ways
That's why hypocrites are all sayin these are the ghetto days
I ?? to a ghetto
what you talkin bout
[m]	yeah whatever
[r] go head man I don't even want to hear that right now
[m]	well whose drawers are these?
[r] why you goin
what you talkin bout
[m]	yeah whatever
[r] go head man I don't even want to hear that right now
[m]	well whose drawers are these?
[r] why you goin
and everything you want you got that you ain't even gotta
Ask no more...imagine that

[Mya]
It never really mattered too much to me
That you were just too
[ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!

[Chorus: Mya]
Ghetto superstar, that is what
what)

Whose drawers are these
You know I wear a size four (huh what, say what)
And if you say that you've been faithful
Who was at your back door

You
in the
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

No need to cherish luxuries 'cause everythin' come and go
Even the life that you have is borrowed
'Cause your not
(move on)
Oh-on
I'll be movin' on (and move my way, say what say what)

Whose drawers are these
You know I wear a size four (huh what, say what
what you talkin bout
[m]	yeah whatever
[r] go head man I don't even want to hear that right now
[m]	well whose drawers are these?
[r] why you goin
to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like Too $hort
Sell your stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they
always on the grind,
She know she one of a kind,
And she always say that what's hers is mine,
My baby
And vice versa what's mine is hers
She ain't
of the whole world, there's an area
That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle
The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent
No
)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
by the rules (in the ghetto)
Is where, all of the hood's at
Find the most crooks and they sell the most drugs at
Where you find beautiful women
of the most powerful people, I love that
C'mon

(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm talkin' 'bout (talkin' bout ghetto life)
(Talkin' 'bout
By the time I'm 21 
I'll be the ghetto bill gates 
You were born to be an angel 
That it was in my brain too 
Now the only star spangled 
Is