cypress hill'in çoğu rock şarkısını riffleriyle geride bıraktıracak şarkısı. bu adamlar rap yapıyorlar hatırlatırım.
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so you wanna be a rock superstar?
and live large
a big house. five cars,the rent charged.
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.
shits 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
shits deep
48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
emmcees 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 cheese
you wanna be a 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 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 shits on your name.
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!
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
asured him this ain't easy
take it from the weazy
sleazy people want to be so cheesy
they're fucking evil
