I'm gon' do my thing



[CHORUS]

Everybody wants to be a star

And live it up in California with the cleanest cars

Hot tub, fast women, pull baddest broads

Everybody got the same dream to have it all

Well I know that everybody wants to be the one

To get to blow the most dough and have the biggest fun

Space age cowboy with the biggest gun

Pop life in the spotlight - get you some

(Well I know)



Everybody wants to play the game

Get paid with fame, wrist lit, neck stay with chains

Porno flicks chicks, everybody callin yo name

Old friends done changed, hatin how you ball in the game

Video sets, Summer Jam, video sex

Radio shows, royalty checks, designer clothes

Rolls Royce with the suicide do's 

The only dream you and I know

The promised land - ready to go?

Livin your life the way you always wanted to live it

MTV Cribs, Lamborghini without a blemish

Mr. Right Now, number one without a gimmick

Poised to perpetual ballin, nigga, without no finish

Bet you wanna see your face on the cover of a Rolling Stone

Or in the Source mag holdin a chrome

Tyra Banks tryin to blow up the phone

Can't even get in your house, player, teeny boppers surrounded your home

You know?



[CHORUS]



Rent-A-Cop, fashion shows, TV spots

Got papparazzi chasin your Benz for blocks

With your and your friends shot, ( ? ) pop

Top-notch livin life on runways and movie lots

(Ooh, she hot) Even women be gettin they coochie hot

When they see you on Rodeo chargin the big mail

Attention, Fendi, Prada, Chanel

Dolce Gabana, pretty face for sale

You know



[CHORUS x2]



What better way for you to get mo' fame, see mo' pay

First round draft NBA (But can he play?)

Shoot jays and fadeaways all day

Jokin with Ahmad, Rashad at the end of the game

You're livin the high life, ESPN highlights

Get checks of a fly type, sex with a fly wife

(I wish it was my life!) True, I bet that you do

And if was, nobody probably have it better than you

And almost no one had mo' cheddar than you

Mo' Gucci Coogi sweaters than you

Mo' hoochie groupie letters than you

If not this, then what else would you do?

(Push crack rock or yak or try to work fast food)

Don't make me laugh, dude

I'd rather go dancin at the Playboy Mansion

With June and July, gettin high with Marilyn Manson

No lie, you know that it's true

Which one are you, the wanna-be-a-star-too

And have your own car too

You know what I mean?



[CHORUS x2]



Yeah though

It's that Westside

Straight up out the Lleyo

Link Crew Hustlers

Fem Diggle

Ray Luv

I'm doin it big

Like my little brother Mitch

That's how we doin it for 2K3

And we out

See ya