rock superstar

• (bkz: cypress hill) in ho$ bir parcasi.
  lyrics:
  
  (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.
  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
• aynı sarkının eminem konuşmalı introsu olan rap superstar versiyonu da vardır...
• sozleri inanilmaz gercekci olan bir $arki.
• training day filminin fragmaninda kullanilan $arki
• (bkz: superstar)
• (bkz: rap superstar)
• şarkının bir yerinde 'assasins assasins' diye mırıldanıyo bi ablamız.işte orada ayrı bir seviyorum bu şarkıyı
• kendimi ritmine kaptırıp gaza gelmem sonucu aşırı hızdan ceza yememe sebep olan parça.
• cypress hillin zamanında "bu adamlar niye tamamiyle kendini rocka vermemiş ki?" şeklinde düşündüren, şaşırtıcı şekilde güzel olan parçası.
• cypress hill'i baştacı ettiren parçalardan yalnızca biri. bak yine hatırladım gözlerim doldu^*