Текст и слова песни Cypress Hill – Rock Superstar
Chorus:
So you wanna be
A rap/rock superstar,
And live large
A big house, 5 cars,
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world,
Don't trust no body
Gotta look over your
Shoulder constantly
I remember the days
When I was a
Young kid growin' up
Looking in the mirror,
Dreamin about blowin' up
The rock crowd,
Make money,
Chill with the honeys
Sign autographs
Or whatever the people
Want from me
It's 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 losing some
Of your fears
And losing some of yourself
To the years past, gone by
Hopefully it dont manifest
For the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac
Don't know how to act
48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack,
Sign the deal,
Thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will
Til he crosses over
Still filling your
Head with fantasies
Come with me,
Show the sacrifice it takes
To make the cheese
You wanna be
A rap/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
Still trapped in what
You rapping about
Tell me what happened
When you lost the route
You took started collapsing
No fans no fame no respect
No change no women
And everybody
Shittin' on your name
Chrous X2
(only in Rock version)
You ever have big dreams
Of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look shanty
In the Bentley, be a snob
And never act friendly
You wanna have big fame,
Let me explain
So you wanna be
A rap/rock superstar,
And live large
A big house, 5 cars,
You're in charge
Comin' up in the world,
Don't trust no body
Gotta look over your
Shoulder constantly
I remember the days
When I was a
Young kid growin' up
Looking in the mirror,
Dreamin about blowin' up
The rock crowd,
Make money,
Chill with the honeys
Sign autographs
Or whatever the people
Want from me
It's 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 losing some
Of your fears
And losing some of yourself
To the years past, gone by
Hopefully it dont manifest
For the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac
Don't know how to act
48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack,
Sign the deal,
Thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will
Til he crosses over
Still filling your
Head with fantasies
Come with me,
Show the sacrifice it takes
To make the cheese
You wanna be
A rap/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
Still trapped in what
You rapping about
Tell me what happened
When you lost the route
You took started collapsing
No fans no fame no respect
No change no women
And everybody
Shittin' on your name
Chrous X2
(only in Rock version)
You ever have big dreams
Of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look shanty
In the Bentley, be a snob
And never act friendly
You wanna have big fame,
Let me explain
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