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Ameraycan Studios - Rock Superstar Live At The Fillmore San Francisco August 16 2000 Lyrics

[Intro: B-Real | DJ Muggs]
Yeah, you motherfuckers are all on film
And I might just bend with this motherfucker again, maybe
Block, you're a crazy fuck (Block steady jump in the crowd, ah)
You had a good time tonight or what?
This is just a taste of what's to come in the fall
'Cause we are coming back
And we're gonna play a shitload of jams when we come back (That's right)
You know DJ Muggs has a Soul Assassins 2 record coming out (Ooh-ooh)
You motherfuckers know that? (October 3rd, fool)
That's right, Soul Assassins get busy
So with that, we gonna thank you for coming out tonight, being a part of our video, being a part of our live album
(Part of these nuts)
So let's get down to business

[Chorus: B-Real]
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big housе, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in thе world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over my shoulder constantly

[Verse 1: B-Real | Sen Dog]
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
Shit'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, losing some of your peers
Losing some of yourself to the years past gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest later on in life
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
Shit's deep, 48 tracks
Studio gangster mack signed 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 rock superstar in the biz?
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 take the weight
Still 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
[Chorus: Cypress Hill]
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over my shoulder constantly
Be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[Verse 2: Sen Dog]
You ever have big dreams of makin' big cream?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
Be a snob and never act friendly
Wanna have big fame, let me explain
What happens to these stars and their big brains
First, you get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be okay
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
Heard that some never give full to the fullest
That's why fools end up dining on a bullet
Everything ain't fine in the big time
See me in my Lex' with the chrome shined
So you wanna roll far, live large?
It ain't all that goes with bein' a rock star
[Chorus: Cypress Hill]
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
Wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[Interlude: Sen Dog]
That's right, y'all, this rap shit is hard
Save your motherfuckin' money, too, nigga
San Francisco, make some fuckin' noise

[Verse 3: B-Real | Sen Dog]
My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
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 Monie
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 honeys at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on (Cling on and suck on)
Go on, suck it (Suck it some more)
'Til the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year and he'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin' ignored
Assured him, this ain't easy, take it from Weezy
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, they're fuckin' evil
(Evil, evil)
"Assassins, assassins"
[Chorus: Cypress Hill]
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[Outro: B-Real]
Thank you for coming out