Hot Karl Supastar
[Intro]
"You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show"
Slow jam!
Superstar, what!
This is like "Around The Way Girl" 2002!
"Now I don't need no superstar"
[Verse 1]
You don't have to be a superstar for me in actuality
I'd rather find a normal girl who's based in reality
She's not like other chicks, she's just more like a friend
Not a fake looking bitch who's only in it for your ends
The kind of girl that look good even without makeup
Still able to be beautiful when she just wakes up
She don't need Gucci or Prada to blow up the spot
She can sport a Members Only jacket and still look hot
Not about designer labels or all of that wealth
No glitz or glamour dum dum, she's all about herself
Don't get me wrong, she ain't no tree-hugging hippie
It just don't take her five hours get ready to get wit' me
And I need a girl who can stand up for my beef
Down to throw punches if we run into Tyrese
I haven't found this girl lately
Cause she ain't a superstar but she's in my show, baby
[Hook]
"You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show"
Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby
"You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby
To be in my show"
[Verse 2]
I need a girl with no extensions in her hair
All real, naturale, and the bitch don't care
She don't like trendy clubs, she considers them a waste
She'd rather stay home, hang out and rent "Scarface"
But when she does get dressed up, ha ha, shit's over
She even makes gay men look over their shoulder
And even once I signed she never got starstruck
I said "I got a big advance!" and she said "Who gives a f..ck?"
She's happier with beer than she is with Cristal
And if I got busted like Shyne she would have held my pistal
She's not the kind of girl where everybody's boning her
Like Snoop's first CD, where everybody's owning her
But that's not her, cause she's picky with her sex
And if you try to spit game then she's screaming out "Next!"
She doesn't model, doesn't act, doesn't dance, doesn't rap
Isn't in my video but still a star through all that
[Hook]
"You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show"
Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby
"You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby
To be in my show
Now I don't need no superstar"
[Verse 3]
She's from a chosen few, even loved by your crew
Cause she seems to know every little thing that she should do
If we're in my parents' house then she knows how to talk
And if we're cruising Crenshaw then she'll probably Crip walk
And if we go to New York we'll hit up Mobb Deep shows
When we make it to the South, then she's throwing some 'bows
She's clear of starfucker and she ain't in the record biz
Not a hip-hop head but she knows who Rakim is
And to impress her I don't have to spend money
She'll proofread my rhymes and tell me if they're funny
She's into Baldwin Brothers but she don't shout it out
Cause actually I think she has no clue what it's about
I'm not used to relationships, haven't had one in real long
I'm used to meaningless sex where I would nut and then I'm gone
We only fought once or twice and there's not much drama
She's the exact opposite of a baby's mama
But I'm like every other guy and I'm still a bit fickle
She needs a tight ass, nice tits and decent nipples
But that's how it is, and they naturally glow
She ain't a superstar but she's up in my show!
[Hook]
"You don't have to be a star, baby
To be in my show"
Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby
"You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby
To be in my show
Now I don't need no superstar
Cause I'll accept you as you are
You don't have to be a star, b-b-b-b-baby
To be in my show"
Hot Karl baby, Hot Karl baby
"Now I don't need no superstar"