Testi:
Girls Generation Star

by my ambitions, desire higher positions So I proceed to make Gs, eternally in my mission Is to be more than just a rap musician The elevation of today's generation

s comin' from the sky bright green, what an odd star The odds are I blast off barely a clip But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship Just

whole night trying everything you can to get that girl to notice you. "We are the Champions" playing loud on the radio station. Everyone sing with these anthems of our generation

000 Be-nign, be you, be mom's mean pie, be little black sambo With bad hair Be aware of what a lynch is, Be, be boundless energy Be a four star ghetto general

world of nonsence and when the girls walked by we would try to catch their eye and if they didnt show face we would act immature west girls, hackney girls

star Rippin tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar I'm K I M, behold the black queen In a pair of Gucci boots, frames and matching jeans Baby girl comin through

[includes The Uncle Meat Variations and some unidentified Synclavier music] Filmed in Hollywood, California 1970 and 1982 starring: Phyllis Smith (

[Intro: Poetic] No more dead end streets Gravediggaz, dark angels Appearin out the fog Reappearin every millenium Frukwan, the Gate Keep, sun star Hit

Hey, Rufus How's the rain on the rhubarb? You wanna go out with me? (Yeah, I know we're out It's, like, a figure of speech) All you need is a real girl