Lyrics:

[Chorus]

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars



[Chorus]

Got blue ice in our chain

Got blue ice in our teeth

Now show yo grill man

Grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, (show yo grill man)

Grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em

We, we, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars

Got blue ice in our chain

Got blue ice in our teeth

Now show yo grill man

Grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, (show yo grill man)

Grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ’em, (show yo grill man)



[Baby Blue]

I got a blue Impala

On some blue reams

When I’m stompin in New York I wear my blue Tims

I’m a blue star, rapper not a singer

I got blue leather interior and blue power rangers

Blue diamonds in my grill, blue underwear

New blue socks, blue rocks in my watch

Blue air force ones when I’m chillin wit Nelly

Got girls puttin I love u Baby Blue cross they belly

Baby Blue being true for dat Baby Blue clue

Ain’t no proof getting these chicken loose

I bet they do

Pretty Ricky and Pitbull

Tellin Miami wat they do

I’m a gangsta 4-0 G

Interior sittin on Guicci seats

I rub my cuts, my Nike’s clean

Baby Blue, Pretty Ricky

Man not be,be

You see, I see, you see

Baby got blue ice in my teeth

And I see, you see, we be

Crusin round da block in a blue Bentley

With no show fa, keeping a costa, in a hosta

U in yo testrosta

We crusin in a end a coasta



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[Spectacular]

Blue Bentley wit da blue reams

Customized wit da chromed grill

Platinum chain wit da blue gyms

Blue fitted wit da blue Tims

Blue stars to click da claim

Blue ice all in my chain

Blue panties comin off yo dame

Blue cards like a poker game

Chevy on 20’s and I’m shinin

Hangin out my car cause I’m always clownin

Anything I see that I want I’m a buyin

And if I’m lyin, I’m flyin

Right now we got da biggest deal

Picture this forty mill

Keep ‘em thinking that’s how it is

So open yo mouth, show yo grill



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[Slick ‘Em]

Give me a blue verse (blue verse)

Wit da blue skirts (wit da blue skirts)

Baby blue cut seats, got to make it work (got to make it work)

Blue diamonds in my teeth (my teeth)

Blue diamonds in my chain (my chain)

Don’t like it, don’t talk to the game playa

I’m off da chain (I’m off da chain)

Now ya’ll can’t mess wit a balla

Fine girls check boys, ya’ll know we got ‘em

Pass da one on da test

We gone get ‘em all

Homeboy u softer than cotton

Now u have a problem huh

Cause people round here loose life everday

Dat’s M-I-A, dat’s kind of ya day like

Give me my money, forget da fame

Now Slick ‘Em down wit da nigga

Dem boys got lyrics dat’s lethal

Lick you, hit you, and flip you

Leavin you cripple where you stand playa

I bet you a hater, I bet you afender

It’s sarcasm

Spec, Pleasure, Baby Blue, and Slick ‘Em

And we dem Blue Stars playa’s



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