| 歌曲 | Neighborhood Superstar |
| 歌手 | The Hot Boys |
| 专辑 | Get It How U Live! |
| Talking (juvenile)：suga slim million dollar spot | |
| Verse 1：juvenile | |
| Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the cmb play it | |
| Tanqueray and alize it, take the llello and weigh it | |
| 735's i drive fits ta match, when i past | |
| Bitches ask, "who the fuck was that?" | |
| Girl thats juvenile you don't know'em he on fire | |
| 17 inch momos black magic on his tires | |
| Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones | |
| And concerts in the superdome | |
| Now i can pump my beamer and play the navigator | |
| Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators | |
| Visa gold, bank account on swole | |
| Got my million dollar destiny under control | |
| Millions a fantasy, juvenile's reality | |
| Bitch i write my own checks bitch i pay my own salary | |
| You want business with me | |
| Boss playa ya have to be | |
| I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me | |
| I got a gold and crome beretta | |
| I got a 1997 mercedes compressor | |
| And i can bet a - hundred g's and my pockets won't hurt | |
| Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work | |
| (chorus) 2x | |
| All kinds of cars | |
| Neighborhood superstar | |
| Feared by many and loved by broads | |
| Verse 2: baby | |
| Neighborhood superstar | |
| Ridin' in these pretty cars | |
| Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars | |
| Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie | |
| And transportin' coke back and forth to my city | |
| Takin' flights | |
| Be in las vegas over night | |
| Chillin' with lo jack | |
| Sippin' on cognac | |
| Goin' to casinos | |
| Gamblin' with the young ninos | |
| Loosin' 20 gs worth of c notes | |
| Nigga i sold dope all my life | |
| Turned a hundred gs into two million over night | |
| I guess cuz i'm rich | |
| These hoes say i'm a stuntin' bitch | |
| Thats why i look at all these hoes like the aint shit | |
| But i'm a star | |
| Bitch you can keep that gar | |
| Give me the money and a brand new car | |
| Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties | |
| Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers | |
| Ridin' in lambruginis | |
| Beaches hoes and bikinis | |
| Me and fresh tag teamin' | |
| Ridin' in convertible land roovers | |
| Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds | |
| Nigga baallin' out of control | |
| (chorus) 2x | |
| Verse 3: mannie fresh | |
| I come with tvs and vcrs in the cars | |
| And i pack a big dick down in tha draws | |
| I'm a neighborhood peppa boy | |
| Platinum steppa boy | |
| Rolls royce of my choice not a reppa boy | |
| Young g | |
| Ridin' in a hum v | |
| Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see | |
| 20 inch rims, on yokahama slims | |
| Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems | |
| Don't nobody got mo ends than me | |
| Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me | |
| I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas | |
| 17 inches on a brand new lexus | |
| Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors | |
| Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes | |
| Who you wanna be like manny or mike | |
| How you gone shine dark or bright | |
| Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition | |
| When i pass i make'em stop look and listen | |
| For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala | |
| Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla | |
| Verse 4: lil wayne | |
| Now tell me what kinda | |
| Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya | |
| I'm only 14 i'm a big tymer | |
| I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner | |
| My golds hang low | |
| Crystal on the flo | |
| I'ma flex | |
| Twenty thousand dollar rolex | |
| I got my name on a street up in every city | |
| And look everywhere i be i got a mirror wit me | |
| Look i'm feared by many loved by broads | |
| I'm livin' marvelous i'ma superstar (superstar) | |
| (chorus) 4x |
| Talking juvenile: suga slim million dollar spot | |
| Verse 1: juvenile | |
| Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the cmb play it | |
| Tanqueray and alize it, take the llello and weigh it | |
| 735' s i drive fits ta match, when i past | |
| Bitches ask, " who the fuck was that?" | |
| Girl thats juvenile you don' t know' em he on fire | |
| 17 inch momos black magic on his tires | |
| Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones | |
| And concerts in the superdome | |
| Now i can pump my beamer and play the navigator | |
| Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators | |
| Visa gold, bank account on swole | |
| Got my million dollar destiny under control | |
| Millions a fantasy, juvenile' s reality | |
| Bitch i write my own checks bitch i pay my own salary | |
| You want business with me | |
| Boss playa ya have to be | |
| I' ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me | |
| I got a gold and crome beretta | |
| I got a 1997 mercedes compressor | |
| And i can bet a hundred g' s and my pockets won' t hurt | |
| Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work | |
| chorus 2x | |
| All kinds of cars | |
| Neighborhood superstar | |
| Feared by many and loved by broads | |
| Verse 2: baby | |
| Neighborhood superstar | |
| Ridin' in these pretty cars | |
| Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars | |
| Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie | |
| And transportin' coke back and forth to my city | |
| Takin' flights | |
| Be in las vegas over night | |
| Chillin' with lo jack | |
| Sippin' on cognac | |
| Goin' to casinos | |
| Gamblin' with the young ninos | |
| Loosin' 20 gs worth of c notes | |
| Nigga i sold dope all my life | |
| Turned a hundred gs into two million over night | |
| I guess cuz i' m rich | |
| These hoes say i' m a stuntin' bitch | |
| Thats why i look at all these hoes like the aint shit | |
| But i' m a star | |
| Bitch you can keep that gar | |
| Give me the money and a brand new car | |
| Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties | |
| Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers | |
| Ridin' in lambruginis | |
| Beaches hoes and bikinis | |
| Me and fresh tag teamin' | |
| Ridin' in convertible land roovers | |
| Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds | |
| Nigga baallin' out of control | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Verse 3: mannie fresh | |
| I come with tvs and vcrs in the cars | |
| And i pack a big dick down in tha draws | |
| I' m a neighborhood peppa boy | |
| Platinum steppa boy | |
| Rolls royce of my choice not a reppa boy | |
| Young g | |
| Ridin' in a hum v | |
| Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see | |
| 20 inch rims, on yokahama slims | |
| Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems | |
| Don' t nobody got mo ends than me | |
| Don' t nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me | |
| I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas | |
| 17 inches on a brand new lexus | |
| Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors | |
| Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes | |
| Who you wanna be like manny or mike | |
| How you gone shine dark or bright | |
| Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition | |
| When i pass i make' em stop look and listen | |
| For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala | |
| Don' t love' em don' t need' em bitch sorry can' t holla | |
| Verse 4: lil wayne | |
| Now tell me what kinda | |
| Nigga got diamonds that' ll bling blind ya | |
| I' m only 14 i' m a big tymer | |
| I' m sittin' on crome all week shiner | |
| My golds hang low | |
| Crystal on the flo | |
| I' ma flex | |
| Twenty thousand dollar rolex | |
| I got my name on a street up in every city | |
| And look everywhere i be i got a mirror wit me | |
| Look i' m feared by many loved by broads | |
| I' m livin' marvelous i' ma superstar superstar | |
| chorus 4x |