Текст (слова) песни: RockRap Superstar - Cypress hill

 
chorus: 
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 
 
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 don`t 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 
Don`t 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 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 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 
 
(only in Rock version) 
You ever have big dreams 
Of making real cream 
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 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 ain`t all that goes 
With bein` a rock star 
 
chorus X2 
 
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 video 
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 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 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 ain`t easy 
Take it from Weezy 
Sleezy people 
Wanna be so cheesy, 
The fuckin people 
 
Assassins, assassins 
 
chorus X2
 

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