Lirik Lagu Rock/Rap Superstar - Cypress Hill
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chorus:(B Real)So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live largea big house, 5 cars, you're in chargecomin' up in the world, don't trust no bodygotta look over your shoulder constantly
B Real:I remember the days when I was a young kid growin uplooking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin upthe rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeyssign autographs or whatever the people want from meit's funny how impossible dreams manifestand the games that be comin with itneverthelessyou got to go for the gusto but you dont knowabout the blood, sweat and tearsand losing some of your fearsand losing some of yourself to the years past,gone byhopefully it dont manifestfor the wrong guyegomaniac and the brainiacdont know how to act48 tracksstudio gangster, mack,sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a milbut never will til he crosses overstill filling your head with fantasiescome with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
You wanna be a rap/rock superstar in the bizand take shit from people who dont know what it isI wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is highand some cant pay the waystill trapped in what you rapping abouttell me what happened when you lostthe route you took started collapsingno fans no fame no respect no change no womenand everybody shittin on your name
chrous X2
Sen: (only in Rock version)you ever have big dreams of making real creambig shot, heavy hitter on the mainand you wanna look shantyin the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendlyyou wanna have big fame, let me explainwhat happends to these stars and their big brainsfirst they get played like all damn daylong as you sell everything will be okthen you get dissed by the media and fansthings never stay the same way they beganI heard that some never give full to the fullestthat's while fools end up dining on the bulletthink everything's fine in the big timesee me in my Lex with chrome raised highso you wanna roll farand live largeit aint all that goes with bein a rock star
chorus X2
B Real:my own son dont know meI'm chillin in the hotel room lonelybut I thank God I'm with my homiesbut sometimes I wish I was back homebut only no radio or video didnt show meno love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowlyso the record gets pushed by SonyI'm in the middle like monyand the press say that my own people disown meand the best way backis to keep your head straight, never inflate the craniumthey're too worried about them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA)who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so ongo on, fall off, the ho's roll ontil the next rap superstarwith no shamegive em a year, he'll be right out the gamethe same as the last one who came before himgained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned himassured him, this aint easy take it from Weezysleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise)
whispered: assassins, assassins
chorus X2
B Real:I remember the days when I was a young kid growin uplooking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin upthe rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeyssign autographs or whatever the people want from meit's funny how impossible dreams manifestand the games that be comin with itneverthelessyou got to go for the gusto but you dont knowabout the blood, sweat and tearsand losing some of your fearsand losing some of yourself to the years past,gone byhopefully it dont manifestfor the wrong guyegomaniac and the brainiacdont know how to act48 tracksstudio gangster, mack,sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a milbut never will til he crosses overstill filling your head with fantasiescome with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
You wanna be a rap/rock superstar in the bizand take shit from people who dont know what it isI wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is highand some cant pay the waystill trapped in what you rapping abouttell me what happened when you lostthe route you took started collapsingno fans no fame no respect no change no womenand everybody shittin on your name
chrous X2
Sen: (only in Rock version)you ever have big dreams of making real creambig shot, heavy hitter on the mainand you wanna look shantyin the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendlyyou wanna have big fame, let me explainwhat happends to these stars and their big brainsfirst they get played like all damn daylong as you sell everything will be okthen you get dissed by the media and fansthings never stay the same way they beganI heard that some never give full to the fullestthat's while fools end up dining on the bulletthink everything's fine in the big timesee me in my Lex with chrome raised highso you wanna roll farand live largeit aint all that goes with bein a rock star
chorus X2
B Real:my own son dont know meI'm chillin in the hotel room lonelybut I thank God I'm with my homiesbut sometimes I wish I was back homebut only no radio or video didnt show meno love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowlyso the record gets pushed by SonyI'm in the middle like monyand the press say that my own people disown meand the best way backis to keep your head straight, never inflate the craniumthey're too worried about them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA)who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so ongo on, fall off, the ho's roll ontil the next rap superstarwith no shamegive em a year, he'll be right out the gamethe same as the last one who came before himgained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned himassured him, this aint easy take it from Weezysleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise)
whispered: assassins, assassins
chorus X2
