(Rock) Superstar Lyrics
| Song | (Rock) Superstar |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Skull & Bones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
| chorus： | |
| (b real) | |
| So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large | |
| A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge | |
| Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body | |
| Gotta look over your shoulder constantly | |
| B real: | |
| I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up | |
| Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up | |
| The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys | |
| Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me | |
| It's funny how impossible dreams manifest | |
| And the games that be comin with it | |
| Nevertheless | |
| You got to go for the gusto but you dont know | |
| About the blood, sweat and tears | |
| And losing some of your fears | |
| And losing some of yourself to the years past, | |
| Gone by | |
| Hopefully it dont manifest | |
| For the wrong guy | |
| Egomaniac and the brainiac | |
| Dont know how to act | |
| 48 tracks | |
| Studio gangster, mack, | |
| Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil | |
| 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 rap/rock superstar in the biz | |
| And take shit from people who dont know what it is | |
| I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high | |
| And some cant pay the way | |
| Still trapped in what you rapping about | |
| Tell me what happened when you lost | |
| The route you took started collapsing | |
| No fans no fame no respect no change no women | |
| And everybody shittin on your name | |
| Chrous x2 | |
| Sen: (only in rock version) | |
| You ever have big dreams of making real cream | |
| Big shot, heavy hitter on the main | |
| And you wanna look trendy | |
| In the bentley, be a snob and never act friendly | |
| You wanna have big fame, let me explain | |
| What happends 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 chrome raised high | |
| So you wanna roll far | |
| And live large | |
| It aint all that goes with bein a rock star | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| B real: | |
| My own son dont 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 video didnt show me | |
| No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly | |
| So the record gets pushed by sony | |
| I'm in the middle like mony | |
| 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 paladium (a venu in la) | |
| Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on | |
| Go on, fall off, the ho's roll on | |
| Til the next rap/rock superstar | |
| With no shame | |
| Give em a year, 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 aint easy take it from weezy | |
| Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise) | |
| Whispered: assassins, assassins | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuo ci : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
| chorus: | |
| b real | |
| So you wanna be a rap rock superstar, and live large | |
| A big house, 5 cars, you' re in charge | |
| Comin' up in the world, don' t trust no body | |
| Gotta look over your shoulder constantly | |
| B real: | |
| I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up | |
| Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up | |
| The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys | |
| Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me | |
| It' s funny how impossible dreams manifest | |
| And the games that be comin with it | |
| Nevertheless | |
| You got to go for the gusto but you dont know | |
| About the blood, sweat and tears | |
| And losing some of your fears | |
| And losing some of yourself to the years past, | |
| Gone by | |
| Hopefully it dont manifest | |
| For the wrong guy | |
| Egomaniac and the brainiac | |
| Dont know how to act | |
| 48 tracks | |
| Studio gangster, mack, | |
| Sign the deal, thinks he' s gonna make a mil | |
| 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 rap rock superstar in the biz | |
| And take shit from people who dont know what it is | |
| I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high | |
| And some cant pay the way | |
| Still trapped in what you rapping about | |
| Tell me what happened when you lost | |
| The route you took started collapsing | |
| No fans no fame no respect no change no women | |
| And everybody shittin on your name | |
| Chrous x2 | |
| Sen: only in rock version | |
| You ever have big dreams of making real cream | |
| Big shot, heavy hitter on the main | |
| And you wanna look trendy | |
| In the bentley, be a snob and never act friendly | |
| You wanna have big fame, let me explain | |
| What happends 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 chrome raised high | |
| So you wanna roll far | |
| And live large | |
| It aint all that goes with bein a rock star | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| B real: | |
| My own son dont 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 video didnt show me | |
| No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly | |
| So the record gets pushed by sony | |
| I' m in the middle like mony | |
| 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 paladium a venu in la | |
| Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on | |
| Go on, fall off, the ho' s roll on | |
| Til the next rap rock superstar | |
| With no shame | |
| Give em a year, 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 aint easy take it from weezy | |
| Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people gun cock noise | |
| Whispered: assassins, assassins | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Freese, Muggerud, Reyes | |
| chorus: | |
| b real | |
| So you wanna be a rap rock superstar, and live large | |
| A big house, 5 cars, you' re in charge | |
| Comin' up in the world, don' t trust no body | |
| Gotta look over your shoulder constantly | |
| B real: | |
| I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up | |
| Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up | |
| The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys | |
| Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me | |
| It' s funny how impossible dreams manifest | |
| And the games that be comin with it | |
| Nevertheless | |
| You got to go for the gusto but you dont know | |
| About the blood, sweat and tears | |
| And losing some of your fears | |
| And losing some of yourself to the years past, | |
| Gone by | |
| Hopefully it dont manifest | |
| For the wrong guy | |
| Egomaniac and the brainiac | |
| Dont know how to act | |
| 48 tracks | |
| Studio gangster, mack, | |
| Sign the deal, thinks he' s gonna make a mil | |
| 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 rap rock superstar in the biz | |
| And take shit from people who dont know what it is | |
| I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high | |
| And some cant pay the way | |
| Still trapped in what you rapping about | |
| Tell me what happened when you lost | |
| The route you took started collapsing | |
| No fans no fame no respect no change no women | |
| And everybody shittin on your name | |
| Chrous x2 | |
| Sen: only in rock version | |
| You ever have big dreams of making real cream | |
| Big shot, heavy hitter on the main | |
| And you wanna look trendy | |
| In the bentley, be a snob and never act friendly | |
| You wanna have big fame, let me explain | |
| What happends 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 chrome raised high | |
| So you wanna roll far | |
| And live large | |
| It aint all that goes with bein a rock star | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| B real: | |
| My own son dont 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 video didnt show me | |
| No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly | |
| So the record gets pushed by sony | |
| I' m in the middle like mony | |
| 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 paladium a venu in la | |
| Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on | |
| Go on, fall off, the ho' s roll on | |
| Til the next rap rock superstar | |
| With no shame | |
| Give em a year, 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 aint easy take it from weezy | |
| Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people gun cock noise | |
| Whispered: assassins, assassins | |
| Chorus x2 |
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