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Mistah F.A.B., (Team), Traxamillion
(Hoodstarz) With The Hoodstarz
(San Quinn in here) Oakland to EPA, mayne
Y’all done started a movement
Trax’, you a fool, boy
Yadida-yee-yee
(So clean) Woo, (So clean) Woo
Today I feel like being grown (Okay)
So I crease up my slacks, throw my Kenneth’s on
Park the scraper scraper by the Benz on chrome
Button up, leather coat, Issey cologne (Smell me?)
Cruise down the street knockin’ old school songs
Still a hoodstar ’cause I’m ridin’ with the chromе (Don’t play)
Lookin’ real fresh, real triplе OG (Triple OG)
With my stunna glasses on like Kool Moe Dee
I’m a grown #ss man, been clubbin’ for years
From Fillmore, baby, been thuggin for years (Yee, yee, yee)
No dress code usually bad news
This party usually cool when people in hard shoes (Yeah)
Where I’ma kick it at
With the low-cut Caesar, no fitted cap
Holla at the kitty cats
Showin’ off my diamonds, they all flawless
Still with my gang, they all lawless
I get my grown man on
White collar with the button-up, my grown man on
I might two-step with my grown man on
I’m so fresh to death with my grown man on, yeah
All day, let’s get this money (Let’s get this started)
All night, let’s get this money (Get this money)
Grown man, let’s get this money (Clyde Carson)
Ayy, ayy, Team in the building (Woo)
Hoodstar livin’, got purple and a pill in me
Clyde Carson Carson, know she wanna chill with me
Suit and tie, got her pullin’ on my collar feelin’ me
(Feelin’ me, feelin’ me) Yadidamean
Every chick in the club wanna hear pimp breathe (Ayy)
Grown man, hold hands, never the format
I take ’em home drunk, leave ’em right at the doormat
I got the homecourt in the buildin’ for problems
We call ’em button-ups, potna, we call ’em collars (Call ’em collars)
I spit good #ss rhymes (Uh-huh)
Tuck the teflon under my Polo sign (Under my Polo sign)
How’d she get in those jeans? (Damn)
And when her man gone she don’t got on that ring
My clean is twenty-hours like my dope
Police shut it down, we peelin’ off
I get my grown man on
White collar with the button-up, my grown man on
I might two-step with my grown man on
I’m so fresh to death with my grown man on, yeah
All day, let’s get this money (Let’s get this started)
All night, let’s get this money (Get this money)
Grown man, let’s get this money
Yeah, Hoodstarz pop bottles, crush grapes
Remy Martin at the bar, no chase
Two-step wit’ your main thang, don’t hate
If I get her in the van, it’s a wrap, don’t wait
Go dummy, I scrape
Love it when my dreadlocks shake
In the parking lot the chain take face
First she told me she was feeling Band-Aide
But she love my deep dark skin so your boy check face
It’s your boy, check face
Sccot, let me take yo’ place
Jump in the girls and skate
Swing her way
Dirty, hurry, B don’t play
Don’t chicken, can make my day
Hear when I say
Let’s make that Hoodstar cake
Roll a can of big cream in your face
I gets my grown man on
Thang long in ya chick, get my grown man on, yeah
I get my grown man on
White collar with the button-up, my grown man on
I might two-step with my grown man on
I’m so fresh to death with my grown man on, yeah
All day, let’s get this money (Let’s get this started)
All night, let’s get this money (Get this money)
Grown man, let’s get this money (Yeah)
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Dem HoodStarz Lyrics – Grown Man