Rap Star

[G]I was born a rapper's son from Atlanta,
Pimping hos when I was five years [D]old. [G]   [C]     [D]
[G]We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley,
Cause [C]that's just how we [D]always like to [G]roll.  [Em]     [C]       [D]

[G]We didn't mind, showing off our Bling, Bling,
Our golden teef and our Cadillac [D]Escalade. [G]   [C]     [D]
[G]Bitches shake their booty when they past by me,
And as I [C]smoke my Cuban [D]Tree I've got it [G]made.  [Em]     [C]       [D]

[C]I'm living fat and I'm [D]living large [Em]

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
And my [C]P.O. said that I [D]wont get far  [C]
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. [G]   [C]     [G]       [Em]          [C]            [D]

[G]Chillin' at the club with my homies,
Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks [D]past. (Spoken: Whats up Boo)
[G]You better step on off and not be frontin',
Or [C]else I'll bust a [D]cap off in your [G]ass. [Em]    [C]      [D]
[G]I'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama
Don't ax me cause that's all you need to [D]know, [G]   [C]     [D]
[G]His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace
Cause [C]that's just how we [D]always like to [G]roll.  [Em]     [C]       [D]

[C]I'm living fat and I'm [D]living large [Em]

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
And my [C]P.O. said that I [D]wont get far  [C]
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star. [G]   [C]
Being the [G]son, [C]
Of a Rap [G]Star.