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Correct Cypress Hill- "Rock Superstar" Lyrics
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Correct Cypress Hill- "Rock Superstar"
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(Hook) A lot of er... sharks out there Turn up to take a bite of something What's hot A lot of comedians out there Try to change up Every time something new comes along Everybody wants to buy it Don't happen overnight (B-Real) So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up The rock crowds, make money, chill with the honeys Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin with it Nevertheless you got to go for the gusto but you don't know About the blood, sweat and tears And losing some of your peers And losing some of yourself to the years past, gone by Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy Egomaniac and the brainiac Don't know how to act Shits deep 48 tracks Studio gangster, mack, Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mill But never will til he crosses over Still filling your head with fantasies Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz And take shit from people who don't know what it is I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high And some can't pay to play Feel trapped in what you rapping about Tell me what happened when you lost clout the route You took started collapsing No fans No fame No respect No change No women And everybody shits on your name Chours: So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly And be a rock superstar, and live large A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly (Hook) People see rock stars You know what I'm sayin But you still try to Get out'n work like, like... everybody else, you know You know, it is a fun job but it's still a job, you know Save your money, man... Save your money too Hit single don't last very long You know I'm sayin I mean I'm lucky in this game too There's gonna be another gat comin out Looking like me, soundin' like me next year I know this It'll be a flipside Of what you did Somebody's tryin to spinoff Like something serious (Sen Dog) You ever have big dreams of making big green Big shot, heavy hitter on the main And you wanna look shanty In the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly You wanna have big fame, let me explain What happens to these stars and their big brains First they get played like all damn day Long as you sell everything will be OK Then you get dissed by the media and fans Things never stay the same way they began I heard that some never give full to the fullest That's while fools end up dining on the bullet Think everything's fine in the big time See me in my Lex with a chrome raised high So you wanna roll far And live large It ain't all that goes with bein a rock star Chorus (B-Real) My own son don't know me I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or videos didn't show me no love The phony, gotta hit the road slowly So the record gets pushed by Sony I'm in the middle like Monie And the press say that my own people disown me And the best way back is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium They're too worried about them honies at the Palladium Who just wanna cling on, swing on, And so on Go on, fall off, The hoes roll on Till the next rock superstar With no shame Give him a year and he'll be right out the game The same as the last one who came before him Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him Assured him This ain't easy take it from weezy Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy They're fuckin' evil Assassins Assassins Chorus
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