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(Lyrics below.)****ATTENTION********I WILL NOT ACCEPT AND TYPE OF PAYMENT FOR THIS SONG, I SUPPORT THE VIDEO, I DID NOT CREATE THE MUSIC, CYPRESS H...
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(Lyrics below.)****ATTENTION********I WILL NOT ACCEPT AND TYPE OF PAYMENT FOR THIS SONG, I SUPPORT THE VIDEO, I DID NOT CREATE THE MUSIC, CYPRESS HILL DID, READ MORONS, IF YOU WISH TO SUPPORT SOMETHING, SUPPORT THE CREATORS OF THE SONG AND CONTACT THEM FOR PAYMENTS. NOT ME.****
Chorus:
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.
shit 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
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
shit deep
48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
Think he's gonna 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 G's
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.
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
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
Talking:
"People see rock stars, you know what I'm sayin'?
But you still try to get out and work like everybody else,
you know, its a fun job, but its still a job.
Save your money man, save your money too.
Its single dont last very long, you know what im saying?
I mean, your lucky in this game too.
There's gonna be another cat comin' out,
looking like me, sounding like me next year.
I know this. It'll be a flipside tell what you did
somebody else trying to spin off like some series."
You ever have big dreams? Of makin' big green?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
Be a star and 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 wanna roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being a rock star
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
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
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
And 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
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
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
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Knoc-Turn'al's "Muzik" from the soundtrack of "The Transporter"
[Wall Street]
Lupo gave me your number,
I'm looking for a Transpor...
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Knoc-Turn'al's "Muzik" from the soundtrack of "The Transporter"
[Wall Street]
Lupo gave me your number,
I'm looking for a Transporter!
[Samuel Christian]
You ready?
[Knoc-Turn'al]
Yes, ha ha ha
Yeah, yeah
Let's go, I like singing
[Knoc-Turn'al]
My music, my life, my heart, my soul
My music, my everything, I give my all
My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream
My mother, my father, my brother, my team
My camp, my squad, my house, my car
My boat, my shoes, my pants, my shirt
My coke, my sugar, my cream, my butter
My toast, my all, my queen, my folks
[Chorus: Samuel Christian]
My baby! Walk like six strings
Talk like she's my everything
My baby! Loves me, hates me
Leaves me, runs right back
That sexy lady! All I know
She shares all my confusion, so
My baby! Will not run from an-y-thing
I swear this though
[Knoc-Turn'al]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If Muzik should die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
[Knoc-Turn'al]
She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she's fine
She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries
She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde
She's ghetto, she's real, she sings, she rhymes
She comes, she goes, she lives, she dies
She sexy and bomb, she blows my mind
She stays in line, she's smart, she's funny
She's crafty and cunning, in the game she's running
Her lips, her back, her waist, her thighs
Her face, her skin, her hair, her eyes
Her voice, her shape, her hips, her mind
Her love, her smile, her touch, her time
[Chorus]
[Knoc-Turn'al]
I'm tipsy, I'm through, I'm drunk, I'm blunted
My way, my day, my life - I love it
I move, I groove, I shake, I love it
My friends, my kins, I like, I love it
I show, I prove, I live, I learn
I show, I teach, I run these streets
My kin, my heart, my heat, my rhythm
My rap, my beat, my life, my head and my feet
My heart, my soul, my candy, my cake
My platinum, my gold, my land, my gate
My Benz, my lake
My keys, my money, my love, my hate
My clothes, my phone, my house, my home
My money, my comb, my sugar, my spice
My base, my chrome
My rhythm, my music, my home
My world, my girl, my life, my home, my...
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