Artist: Big Moe, A3, Killa Milla, Ronnie Spencer Album: The Dirty Third 2: Home Sweet Home Soundtrack Song: Star 2 Nite Typed by: Lil Hustle (*singing*) [Hook: Ronnie Spencer - 2X] I'm, feeling like a star tonight Top fly ladies, at the bar tonight I'm about, to get the party hype Feeling, like a star tonight [A3] Well I'ma slide in the mix, sitting low on a switch Hit it hard like brick, lil' daddy I won't miss You boys must forgot, when we crawl through the lot We come to wreck shop, niggaz getting body rocked Make it drop flip-flop, hoes keep your lips locked Barberry strawberry, candy paint white top You can do it on the scene, it's every playa's dream I'm fool mine's, and always saturated on lean We dodge the playa-hation, pimp game conversation To pull a throwed bop, and commit penetration Scoop her living for partnas, you ain't know then look around Be ready for H-Town, it's going all the way down come on [Hook - 2X] [Big Moe] I pulled up at the club, parking lot pimping No mo' white cups, but a playa still sipping You know me M-O-E, I get my buzz on A dime piece, and I ain't taking no scrubs home You gotta face me, or even taste me (what it taste like), Bar Baby That's, the sweet taste Better known down here, as a skee taste Everytime I step out, and hit the club I valet hit the do', and all the thugs showing love Moe V.I.P., and all dranks for free I appreciate the love you shown, now all dranks on me [Hook - 2X] [Killa Milla] I'm feeling ice cold, like the middle of winter Throwback blue and gold, like a Astro simmer I make this sound simple, so go on do the math Killa Milla plus cash, equals a throwback slab Got some throwback rims, they were born in '78 Grew in cherry year, 24 inches to date 24 switches to break, add eight to sixteen Put a Benz in it's place, 2000 and 3 23 inch Spre's, inside the dots they spotted At 600 so I speed, I leave that hoe topless Took the wrist and I rocked it, Cardier doing time Got the face behind boys, looking like a diamond mine He make these diamonds shine, I'm talking bout Johnny He compliments my rhymes, I'm talking bout Ronnie Noke D on the track, and his shit's the hottest Leave me behind the wheel, cause he know that I got this Now watch this, I act guards like Emmitt Smith My spinners it simmer-simmers, on side of his helmet And oh boy, I'm feeling like a star tonight Ring side, at the Tyson fight man [Hook - 3X] I'm feeling like a star tonight