Cypress Hill — Rock Superstar

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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

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(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
What happends 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
Give full to the fullest
That’s while fools end up
Dining on the bullet
Think everything’s fine
In the big time
See me in my Lex
With chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far
And live large
It ain’t all that goes
With bein’ a rock star

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My own son don’t know me
I’m chillin’ in the 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
Didn’t show me no love,
The phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record
Gets pushed by Sony
I’m in the middle like mony
And the press say
That my own people disown me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight,
Never inflate the cranium
They’re too worried about
Them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA)
Who just wanna cling on,
Swing on, and so on
Go on, fall off, the ho’s roll on
Til the next rap superstar
With no shame
Give em a year,
He’ll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame,
Started gettin ignored,
I warned him
Assured him, this ain’t easy
Take it from Weezy
Sleezy people
Wanna be so cheesy,
The fuckin people

Assassins, assassins

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