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(Rock) Superstar (Live)
Cypress Hill,
London Symphony Orchestra
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But let us hit you with this, look.
We always used to end with this song.
This is called Rock Superstar.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live large,
big house,
five cars,
you're in charge.
Coming up in the world,
don't trust nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder.
Conquered.
Remember the day when I was a young kid growing up,
looking in the mirror,
dreaming about
growing up.
Rock crowds make money, chill with the honey.
Sign autographs,
whatever the people want from me.
It's funny how impossible dreams manifest
in the games that be coming with it.
Nevertheless, gotta go for the just, though.
You don't know, got the blood, sweat, tears.
Losing some of your peers,
losing some of yourself,
do the years count.
Hopefully it don't manifest, but the ball's out.
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act.
This D48 trap, do the old gangster max.
And the deal is it's gonna make a mil,
but never will.
Till it crosses over still.
Fill in your head with fallacies.
Come with me,
show the sacrifice it takes to make the dreams.
Wanna be a rock superstar in the biz?
Takes * from people who don't know what it is.
I wish it was all from the game,
but the price of fame is high.
You gotta take the weight,
feel trapped in what you rapping about.
Tell me what happened when you lost class.
Rap just started collapsing.
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no win.
And everybody shits on you, nigga.
Do you wanna be a rock superstar?
Live hard, big house, buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't trust nobody, gotta look over my shoulder.
Talk to me.
Be a rock superstar,
live hard,
big house,
buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't trust nobody, gotta look over my shoulder.
Talk to me.
Say Cypress! Cypress!
Say Cypress Hill!
32 years strong with hits from the bomb.
From Los Angeles, California, rockin' on and on.
Ayo,
Sting Dog,
drop the bomb on them G's. Let's go,
come on.
Whoever had big dreams of making big creme,
big shots,
heavy hitter on the mainstream.
Who wanna look trendy in the fat league?
Be a star, but never act friendly.
Who wanna have big fame?
Let me explain.
What happens to these stars in their big brain?
Merch and get paid like old champagne.
Long as you sell, everything will be okay.
If you get dissed by the media, bang.
These never stay the same, bang.
Hurt some, but get fooled to the fullest.
That's why I fool,
turn up,
down and down the blitz.
See, everything ain't fine in the big time.
Could you see me with that black,
neon,
the chrome rim shine?
So you wanna go far, live long.
Ain't no like Oswego, bein' a rock star.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live long, big house,
buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
I'm bein' a rock superstar,
live long,
big house,
buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
Some don't know me,
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely.
But I thank God I'm with my homies.
Sometimes,
when I was back home,
with only no radio.
Got a Sony, no dog, and phony.
Gotta hit the bros slowly.
Don't the record get pushed by Sony?
Hit the mid like Money, the press ain't that.
My own people,
that's why we in the best way back.
Keep your head straight,
never reflect the cranium.
You're too worried about them honey,
and the palladium.
You just wanna cling on, swing on and soar.
Go on, * off, the hook for long.
To the next rock superstar, with no shame.
Give him a year and they'll be right at the game.
The same after last one.
Who came before him?
Game big, started gettin' ignored.
I showed him I want him.
This ain't easy, take it from me.
DCC people wanna peace,
no cheating,
they're fuckin' evil.
Beautiful friends of London,
sing along with Cypress Hill.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live long,
big house,
buy cars.
Big shots, comin' up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live long,
big house,
buy cars.
Big shots, comin' up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
We always used to end with this song.
This is called Rock Superstar.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live large,
big house,
five cars,
you're in charge.
Coming up in the world,
don't trust nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder.
Conquered.
Remember the day when I was a young kid growing up,
looking in the mirror,
dreaming about
growing up.
Rock crowds make money, chill with the honey.
Sign autographs,
whatever the people want from me.
It's funny how impossible dreams manifest
in the games that be coming with it.
Nevertheless, gotta go for the just, though.
You don't know, got the blood, sweat, tears.
Losing some of your peers,
losing some of yourself,
do the years count.
Hopefully it don't manifest, but the ball's out.
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act.
This D48 trap, do the old gangster max.
And the deal is it's gonna make a mil,
but never will.
Till it crosses over still.
Fill in your head with fallacies.
Come with me,
show the sacrifice it takes to make the dreams.
Wanna be a rock superstar in the biz?
Takes * from people who don't know what it is.
I wish it was all from the game,
but the price of fame is high.
You gotta take the weight,
feel trapped in what you rapping about.
Tell me what happened when you lost class.
Rap just started collapsing.
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no win.
And everybody shits on you, nigga.
Do you wanna be a rock superstar?
Live hard, big house, buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't trust nobody, gotta look over my shoulder.
Talk to me.
Be a rock superstar,
live hard,
big house,
buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't trust nobody, gotta look over my shoulder.
Talk to me.
Say Cypress! Cypress!
Say Cypress Hill!
32 years strong with hits from the bomb.
From Los Angeles, California, rockin' on and on.
Ayo,
Sting Dog,
drop the bomb on them G's. Let's go,
come on.
Whoever had big dreams of making big creme,
big shots,
heavy hitter on the mainstream.
Who wanna look trendy in the fat league?
Be a star, but never act friendly.
Who wanna have big fame?
Let me explain.
What happens to these stars in their big brain?
Merch and get paid like old champagne.
Long as you sell, everything will be okay.
If you get dissed by the media, bang.
These never stay the same, bang.
Hurt some, but get fooled to the fullest.
That's why I fool,
turn up,
down and down the blitz.
See, everything ain't fine in the big time.
Could you see me with that black,
neon,
the chrome rim shine?
So you wanna go far, live long.
Ain't no like Oswego, bein' a rock star.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live long, big house,
buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
I'm bein' a rock superstar,
live long,
big house,
buy cars.
You're pinched hard, coming up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
Some don't know me,
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely.
But I thank God I'm with my homies.
Sometimes,
when I was back home,
with only no radio.
Got a Sony, no dog, and phony.
Gotta hit the bros slowly.
Don't the record get pushed by Sony?
Hit the mid like Money, the press ain't that.
My own people,
that's why we in the best way back.
Keep your head straight,
never reflect the cranium.
You're too worried about them honey,
and the palladium.
You just wanna cling on, swing on and soar.
Go on, * off, the hook for long.
To the next rock superstar, with no shame.
Give him a year and they'll be right at the game.
The same after last one.
Who came before him?
Game big, started gettin' ignored.
I showed him I want him.
This ain't easy, take it from me.
DCC people wanna peace,
no cheating,
they're fuckin' evil.
Beautiful friends of London,
sing along with Cypress Hill.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live long,
big house,
buy cars.
Big shots, comin' up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
So you wanna be a rock superstar,
live long,
big house,
buy cars.
Big shots, comin' up in the world.
Don't * nobody,
gotta look over my shoulder constantly.
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