Rap Star - Rodney Carrington

I was born a rapper’s son from Atlanta

Pimping hoes when I was five years old

We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley

Cause that’s just how we always like to roll

We didn’t mind, showing off our Bling, Bling

Our golden teeth and our Cadillac Escalade

Bitches shake their booty when they past by me

And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I’ve got it made

I’m living fat and I’m living large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car

And my P.O.

said that I won’t get far

Being the Son, Of a Rap Star

Chillin' at the club with my homies

Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks past

You better step on off and not be frontin'

Or else I’ll bust a cap off in your ass

I’m my babies Daddy and his a’Mama

Don’t ask me cause that’s all you need to know

His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace

Cause that’s just how we always like to roll

I’m living fat and I’m living large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car

And my P.O.

said that I won’t get far

Being the Son, Of a Rap Star

Being the son