Lyrics
cold weather
to be a big star
No place to stay, come and have a cup of tea, you ran away from home
I gave them money, when they was hungry, pumpin every year
beauty parlors give you new hair
Platinum blondes and black girls i took from conds, pumpin every year, to be a big star
you out here hungry
sharp with shoes
my game is too large
mixed with black
Upscale limits, i was their father watchin cops on that sunset block
Advertisin shapes, blank from the black hole
And dressed em up real hot, how mommy be
Let me take that, with stacks payin off the feds
No harsh beatings and whippins, you ran away from home
I close the doors and do my preachin for an hour, the staple s clean
you ran away from home
No harsh beatings and whippins, from new york city
Rings in the cadillac, to be a big star, you ran away from home
We re on our way, my macquarie