Riding around with a friend listening to music and we had a rap song come on the radio (I'd classify it as rap) and I never got to hear the artist or name of the song but I loved it.
I only heard part of the lyrics so there probably broken pieces. Hope someone can name it- I've been searching the crap out of this and can't find a thing.
Lyrics:
"I want to be a rockstar"
"I use to play the block card" or something like that- it was kinda hard to make out.
"I want to be a rockstar like Hillary Duff."
And I've searched all lyric bases I've found they bring up alot of Hilary Duff songs- I KNOW thats not it. And I know its not by Kid Rock or anything.
Thanks in advance! Rock superstar, by Cypress Hill
Chorus:
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars, You're in charge.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly
I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Looking in the mirror, dreaming about blowin' up
The rock crowds. Make money. Chill with the honeys.
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me.
****** Its 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
Losin' some of your peers.
And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
****** deep
48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
Think he's gonna make a mil but never will
'Til he crosses over, still
Fillin' your head with fantasies
Come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the G's
You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz
And take **** 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
Feel trapped in
What you rappin' 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 ***** on your name.
Repeat Chorus (2X)
Talking:
"People see rock stars, you know what I'm sayin'? But you still try to get out more like everybody else, you know, its a fun job, but its still a job. There's gonna be another cat comin' out,
looking like me, sounding like me next year. I know this. It'll be a flipside tell what you did someone trying to spin off like some circus."
You ever have big dreams? Or makin' big cream?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
Be a star band, 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 get fooled to the fullest
That's why fools end up dining on a bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being a rock star
Repeat Chorus (2x)
My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in a 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's gonna show me no love
They're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
The best way back to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honeys at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on fall off - the ho's fall off
To the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started getting' ignored
I warned him
Assured him this ain't easy
Take it from the weazy
Sleazy people want to be so cheesy
They're ******* evil
Repeat Chorus (2x)
Or Nickelback, Rockstar
"Rockstar"
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me
(So what you need?)
I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[Chorus:]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)
I'm gonna dress my ***
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[Chorus]
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
[Chorus]
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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