"Wettin cream, I aint wettin fame" "Fame is the measure" "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born"
[Verse 2] The saints marched in, Kurtis Blowing his horn Tom Cruised the boulevard, Chris Rocked the song For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean The lone seamstress, who was schemin on Al's Green You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild Like the kids in the yard who play with Jane's Child A beautician laced Erykah's Badu Sean Combed through the evidence, just to get a clue The needle in the haystack, from outta earth this kid The tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's Clark Jeffery Lyons stuck with a thorn from George's Bush Paul Pierced in the heart as the crowd pushed Acting alone... Drew Barrymore bones of the victims, three blocks from Jim's Brownstone They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's Coled The producer, threw the butter on Esther's Rolle Dempsey Russeled him down, got his jaw wide In a instant, Brooke Shields him from the gunfire Angie Stoned him to death, with those vocals Keith Sweat from the workout, just from runnin local
"With CREAM I ain't with the fame" "Fame is the measure" "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born" "With CREAM I ain't with the fame" "Fame is the measure" "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born"