Cypress Hill - Superstar - Explicit LP Version (Rock) lyrics
[Cypress Hill - Superstar - Explicit LP Version Rock lyrics]
So you wanna be a rap
Rock superstar, and live long
A big house, fine cars, to be in charge
Comin up in the world, don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
B real: 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
Its 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 don't manifest
For the wrong guy egomaniac and the brainiac
Don't know how to act 48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack
Sign the deal, thinks hes 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
Sen: (only in rock version)
You ever have big dreams of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look trendy 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
Thats while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everythings 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
B real: My own son don't know me
Im chillin in the hotel room lonely
But, I thank God Im 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
Im 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
Theyre 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 hoes roll on
Til the next rap rock superstar
With no shame
Give em a year, hell 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 (gun cock noise)
Whispered: assassins, assassins
Rock superstar, and live long
A big house, fine cars, to be in charge
Comin up in the world, don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
B real: 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
Its 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 don't manifest
For the wrong guy egomaniac and the brainiac
Don't know how to act 48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack
Sign the deal, thinks hes 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
Sen: (only in rock version)
You ever have big dreams of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look trendy 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
Thats while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everythings 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
B real: My own son don't know me
Im chillin in the hotel room lonely
But, I thank God Im 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
Im 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
Theyre 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 hoes roll on
Til the next rap rock superstar
With no shame
Give em a year, hell 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 (gun cock noise)
Whispered: assassins, assassins