This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
While you're shuckin' and jivin', howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside nigga)
All my plus-three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super, super star (star)
You know we're super, super star (star)
Everybody know jail records sell records
I'mma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked
I got the formula, double murder equal double platinum
I know these bitch niggas wonderin' why I'm bustin' at 'em
The rich and famous ignoramus
It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us
The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
Ain't enough nigga, where your mugshot?
Where's your drug spot, nigga you's a was-not
I cant bump your shit if you never was shot
Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse
You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse
And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company
Try to fuck your family out the royalty
You're number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
Goddamn, that nigga can rap
While you're shuckin' and jivin', howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside nigga)
All my plus-three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super, super star (star)
You know we're super, super star (star)
Now break me down, check my resume, tell me what it say
It's the hood or nothing, cross 'em out and put a K
No, no, it don't matter how good you spit
If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit
Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par
'Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star
But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real-ass figures
Got these white kid fools like you some real-ass niggas
But most of y'all is cowards ain't nothin' like me
'Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G
And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd
I'd rather put my hustle down, cook and cut up work
And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers
And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
And I can care less about a battlin' skills
'Cause when you bump Mac 10 you get the real reel
While you're shuckin' and jivin', howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside nigga)
All my plus-three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super, super star (star)
You know we're super, super star (star)
Fucked up down the game is fucked up now
This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga
Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface
I got 'em shakin' and nervous 'cause y'all created a murderous
Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you
Got my gauge right at you
Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
With my album cover posin' with a semi-auto rifle
'Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough
The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck
If I kill me nigga, won't get shot in the heart
I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
So bang this shit, nigga hang that shit
You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga
'Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
Like cops a radar's ash and A and R
To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon
Talk broken' English and drug-sellin'
Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'
You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'
And if it got to be that way
A nigga murder me a rapper today
It just happened today
So if I come clappin' your way
It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day
Bang this and my niggas get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Bang this and my niggas get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside nigga)
All my plus-three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super, super star (star)
You know we're super, super star (star)
Everybody know jail records sell records
I'mma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked
I got the formula, double murder equal double platinum
I know these bitch niggas wonderin' why I'm bustin' at 'em
The rich and famous ignoramus
It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us
The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
Ain't enough nigga, where your mugshot?
Where's your drug spot, nigga you's a was-not
I cant bump your shit if you never was shot
Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse
You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse
And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company
Try to fuck your family out the royalty
You're number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
Goddamn, that nigga can rap
While you're shuckin' and jivin', howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside nigga)
All my plus-three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super, super star (star)
You know we're super, super star (star)
Now break me down, check my resume, tell me what it say
It's the hood or nothing, cross 'em out and put a K
No, no, it don't matter how good you spit
If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit
Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par
'Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star
But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real-ass figures
Got these white kid fools like you some real-ass niggas
But most of y'all is cowards ain't nothin' like me
'Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G
And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd
I'd rather put my hustle down, cook and cut up work
And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers
And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers
And I can care less about a battlin' skills
'Cause when you bump Mac 10 you get the real reel
While you're shuckin' and jivin', howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside nigga)
All my plus-three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
'Cause I'm a super, super star (star)
You know we're super, super star (star)
Fucked up down the game is fucked up now
This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga
Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface
I got 'em shakin' and nervous 'cause y'all created a murderous
Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you
Got my gauge right at you
Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
With my album cover posin' with a semi-auto rifle
'Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough
The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck
If I kill me nigga, won't get shot in the heart
I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
So bang this shit, nigga hang that shit
You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga
'Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
Like cops a radar's ash and A and R
To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon
Talk broken' English and drug-sellin'
Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'
You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'
And if it got to be that way
A nigga murder me a rapper today
It just happened today
So if I come clappin' your way
It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day
Bang this and my niggas get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Bang this and my niggas get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the bitches go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
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Superstar (Double Murder=Double Platinum) Lyrics as written by Dorsey Wesley Dedrick D'mon Rolison
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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