Lyrics:

Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine, we're far from being stars
'Cause stars fall, and disintegrate
Before they hit the asphalt – they incinerate
'Cause we came not to destroy the law but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills
And fresh windmills, and graff that kills
What is a DJ without the scratch to build?
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
Niggas love to Freestyle but hate to Fellowship

Yeah, taste the city's agenda, most of you outta town niggas
Get caught up and turn bitter, the city of bullshitters
Where hopes are blown, not even money for the phone
Now tell me what's the solution, how to get back home?

Yo, don't get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks
The Land of the Debt, before you come examine your set
Where drama collects and women use special effects
Where amateur stunts can make a nigga damage your fronts

Uh, the California Sunkist with a twist of limelight
Some set trip on the Sunset Strip
Believe the Hyde Boulevard nice, the glamorous life
Many searching for the fame but can't afford the price

She would turn you out if you wasn't prepared
She would tell you the things you wanted to hear
She would blur your vision when it once was clear
This chick is full of tricks so approach with fear, 'cause

We are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from being stars

You say you love L.A., you say the weather is great
Plenty sun in your face, you like the cars with bass
You like the way we paperchase and the women that shake
In the land of earthquakes and high crime rates
A lot of people are fake, this is Hollywood
We shape the minds of kids in every hood
We make your past situation look good
The nights filled with Suge's and I-wish-you-would's

You can dance with Alvin Ailey and Les Miserables
In the Century City, you can walk on the stars
Sex, money, and murder – yeah, it's all fortified
'Cause fame and passerbys want the name immortalized

On the avenue of stars, many names are called
On the boulevard, known for leaving permanent scars
Many dreams get robbed, real movie macabre
Young heartthrobs get young heart sobs, 'cause

'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
And welcome to Hollywood, California!' {*crowd applause*

The City of Angels' wings represents people's hopes and dreams
And the evil that men do to live life close to kings
And boast supreme, fancy cars, coats, and cream
Material things provoke more folks to scheme
But if you paid, you floss; Cali green made you cough
The smog covers the city like a table cloth
Is it fame at fault? Entertainers labeled soft
The place where people come to lose their train of thought

Despite the claims of what L.A. is and what it ain't
The picture the city paints that over-exaggerate
Within the circus, if you're feeling it's served its purpose
Or feeling it ain't worth it, the city that's got you nervous
Then make your Hijrah, and get up out of here, nigga
'Cause LA never considered for those that need babysitters
This is the hot bed for singles and newlyweds
Some looking for better gigs or fiending to make it big
It's the only place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn
Out, by any place, regardless of the cost
'Cause brothers with big dreams, sometimes they get LAUSD 'cause

We are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine, we're far from being stars
'Cause stars fall, and disintegrate
Before they hit the asphalt – they incinerate
'Cause we came not to destroy the law, but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills
And {*sound of shoes squeaking*} and {*spray can sounds*}
What is a DJ without the {*scratching*}
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
'I represent the real, from the beginning to the end of it'
'To the end of it...' 'To the end of it...'