(Rock) Superstar-Cypress Hill

Chorus: (B Real) 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 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 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 dont 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 Dont 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 sh*t from people who dont know what it is I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high And some cant 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 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 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 aint all that goes with bein a rock star Chorus x2 B Real: My own son dont 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 didnt 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 aint easy take it from weezy Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the f**kin people (gun cock noise) Whispered: assassins, assassins Chorus x2