Big Boi - Hip Hop Star Lyrics

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Pure playa's

Slowly as sir luscious step up like a q-dawg

A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call

And you can dial 1-888-cut-something

I'm your kinky operator when you wanna some

Ain't no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach

To each his own, I'm a stone cold Aquarian freak

Humanitarian, barbarian but under the sheets

It's the player from the point

And your girl from the d

Are you infatuated with me

I could end your curiosity

If you don't think I'm too rude

Here's your chance to make your move

I sit and wait for nobody

People say that...

My (my) style (style) is (is) so oh crazy

I (I) think (think) you (you) like it baby

Do (do) you (you) want to get nasty

I (I) dare (dare) you (you) to undress me

Baby let me know if you wanna roll

With a hip hop star

Bamboos on, pants down low

Imma rock star

Baby let me know if you wanna ride with a

Hip hop star

Imma rock star

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Do I blow you away?

Do I stimulate your mind

Would you taste my love if I give you time

I have none to waste with you

I guess you can say...

My (my) style (style) is (is) so oh crazy

I (I) think (think) you (you) like it baby

Do (Do)you (you) want to get nasty

I (I) dare (dare) you (you) to undress me

Baby, let me know if you wanna roll

With a hip hop star

Bamboos on, pants down low

Imma rock star

Baby let me know if you wanna ride with a

Hip hop star

Imma rock star

Undress me undress me

Come

Come baby, undress me

Take off that tank top and pull off them drawers

The girls all pause, got them drippin down they sugar walls

Aw naw! getting to the nappy root

Knocking boots in stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto!

A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal

Never settle for less my rose petal

Tooey, tooey, tooey! spit game!

Venom to get it up in 'em, let me "p" pop that thang

First check her brain to see if she's sane,

Deranged or strange or crazy as hell

You never can tell these days

Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins man!

The way I feel

Oh girl I know it's bout to be

Me all over you

And damn girl you all over me

Baby, let me know if you wanna roll

With a hip hop star

Bamboos on, pants down low

Imma rock star

Baby let me know if you wanna ride with a

Hip hop star

Imma rock star

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