CYPRESS HILL - Rock rap Superstar lyrics
rate meChorus:<br>(b real)<br>So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large<br>A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge<br>Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body<br>Gotta look over your shoulder constantly<br><br>B real:<br>I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up<br>Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up<br>The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys<br>Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me<br>It's funny how impossible dreams manifest<br>And the games that be comin with it<br>Nevertheless<br>You got to go for the gusto but you don't know<br>About the blood, sweat and tears<br>And losing some of your fears<br>And losing some of yourself to the years past,<br>Gone by<br>Hopefully it don't manifest<br>For the wrong guy<br>Egomaniac and the brainiac<br>Dont know how to act<br>48 tracks<br>Studio gangster, mack,<br>Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil<br>But never will til he crosses over<br>Still filling your head with fantasies<br>Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese<br><br>You wanna be a rap/rock superstar in the biz<br>And take shit from people who don't know what it is<br>I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high<br>And some cant pay the way<br>Still trapped in what you rapping about<br>Tell me what happened when you lost<br>The route you took started collapsing<br>No fans no fame no respect no change no women<br>And everybody shittin on your name<br><br>Chrous x2<br><br>Sen: (only in rock version)<br>You ever have big dreams of making real cream<br>Big shot, heavy hitter on the main<br>And you wanna look trendy<br>In the bentley, be a snob and never act friendly<br>You wanna have big fame, let me explain<br>What happends to these stars and their big brains<br>First they get played like all damn day<br>Long as you sell everything will be ok<br>Then you get dissed by the media and fans<br>Things never stay the same way they began<br>I heard that some never give full to the fullest<br>That's while fools end up dining on the bullet<br>Think everything's fine in the big time<br>See me in my lex with chrome raised high<br>So you wanna roll far<br>And live large<br>It ain't all that goes with bein a rock star<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>B real:<br>My own son don't know me<br>I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely<br>But I thank God I'm with my homies<br>But sometimes I wish I was back home<br>But only no radio or video didnt show me<br>No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly<br>So the record gets pushed by sony<br>I'm in the middle like mony<br>And the press say that my own people disown me<br>And the best way back<br>Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium<br>They're too worried about them honies at the paladium (a venu in la)<br>Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on<br>Go on, fall off, the ho's roll on<br>Til the next rap/rock superstar<br>With no shame<br>Give em a year, he'll be right out the game<br>The same as the last one who came before him<br>Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him<br>Assured him, this ain't easy take it from weezy<br>Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise)<br><br>Whispered: assassins, assassins<br><br>Chorus x2
