Stars, Bars, & Fancy Cars
A track about fame, booze, and phat cars, straight off da upcoming 2003 joint, "Assault and Battery Powered."
Jason Bane is HARD FUCKING CORE No fucking bullshit about it He can rock you like no one can Listen
I'm the keyboardist for Pardon Our Dust, and this is my solo project. It's P.H.A.T.
Story behind the song
Since the massive comercial success of Jason Bane's debut album, "Lord of the Bling Bling," Jason Bane's fame has skyrocketed. "Stars, Bars, & Fancy Cars" talks about Jason Bane's lifestyle as a famous rapper.
Lyrics
A, yo, it’s me; you know who I be
No need to introduce me after my last CD
Peepz don’t just hassle me at Marcy’s anymore
now I can hardly walk outside my door
If I go to try to buy me a 40
I get mobbed by fans who envy and adore me
Too many people for my two hands
Had to hire body guards to shoot my fans
Teach them to stick pens in my face
“sign my album;” what a disgrace!
They don’t understand that when I got free time
I’m livin’ it up or committin’ a crime
Stars, bars, and fancy cars
Sexy hoez, Cuban cigars
Who the fuck you think you are?
Piss me off, I'll give ya scars
Fans better lay low, especially when I’m drinkin’
Sometimes I get a violent, ‘cause I ain’t really thinkin’
There was this one time I’z approached by some kid
I was drunk off my ass, and I flipped my lid
I turned his night out into a dissection
So you betta back off for your own protection
The only exception is if you a ho
And if you got game, then I’m ready to go!
you fan who wants to meet me, you’d really betta not
Unless you’re a bitch, and you betta be hot
And I don’t give a fuck when I’m thowin’ hits
So you betta fuck off unless you got big tits
Stars, bars, and fancy cars
Sexy hoez, Cuban cigars
Who the fuck you think you are?
Try to beat me, you won't get far
When I’m cruisin’ down the street drinkin’ Courviosier
In my Mercedes-Benz, I got the right of way
Don’t believe me? I’ll run you flat
My fuckin’ lawyers are where it’s at
Charges are dismissed ALL the time
Whether or not I did the crime
And stayin’ outta jail is good for my garage
Regular Joes think they’ve seen a mirage
After seein’ my fancy cars all in a line
They just stand amazed like they’re frozen in time
From Benzes to Jags, Hummers to Limos
I got cars like Madonna got clothes
Stars, bars, and fancy cars
Sexy hoez, Cuban cigars
Who the fuck you think you are?
Fuck with me, I'll make you see
STARS, bars, and fancy cars
Sexy hoez, Cuban cigars
I'm Jason Bane, I am da czar
Fuck wit with me, it's feathers and tar
