Cypress hill

chorus:<br>So you wanna be<br>A rap/rock superstar,<br>And live large<br>A big house, 5 cars,<br>You`re in charge<br>Comin` up in the world,<br>Don`t trust no body<br>Gotta look over your<br>Shoulder constantly<br><br>I remember the days<br>When I was a<br>Young kid growin` up<br>looking in the mirror,<br>Dreamin about blowin` up<br>The rock crowd,<br>Make money,<br>Chill with the honeys<br>Sign autographs<br>Or whatever the people<br>Want from me<br>It`s funny how<br>Impossible dreams manifest<br>And the games<br>That be comin`<br>With it nevertheless<br>You got to go for the gusto<br>But you don`t know<br>About the blood,<br>Sweat and tears<br>And losing some<br>Of your fears<br>And losing some of yourself<br>To the years past, gone by<br>Hopefully it dont manifest<br>For the wrong guy<br>Egomaniac and the brainiac<br>Don`t know how to act<br>48 tracks<br>Studio gangster, mack,<br>Sign the deal,<br>Thinks he`s gonna make a mil<br>But never will<br>Til he crosses over<br>Still filling your<br>Head with fantasies<br>Come with me,<br>Show the sacrifice it takes<br>To make the cheese<br><br>You wanna be<br>A rap/rock superstar in the biz<br>And take shit from people<br>Who don`t know what it is<br>I wish it was all fun and games<br>But the price of fame is high<br>And some can`t pay the way<br>Still trapped in what<br>You rapping about<br>Tell me what happened<br>When you lost the route<br>You took started collapsing<br>No fans no fame no respect<br>No change no women<br>And everybody<br>Shittin` on your name<br><br>chrous X2<br><br>(only in Rock version)<br>You ever have big dreams<br>Of making real cream<br>Big shot, heavy hitter on the main<br>And you wanna look shanty<br>In the Bentley, be a snob<br>And never act friendly<br>You wanna have big fame,<br>Let me explain<br>What happends to these stars<br>And their big brains<br>First they get played<br>Like all damn day<br>Long as you sell<br>Everything will be ok<br>Then you get dissed<br>By the media and fans<br>Things never stay<br>The same way they began<br>I heard that some never<br>Give full to the fullest<br>That`s while fools end up<br>Dining on the bullet<br>Think everything`s fine<br>In the big time<br>See me in my Lex<br>With chrome raised high<br>So you wanna roll far<br>And live large<br>It ain`t all that goes<br>With bein` a rock star<br><br>chorus X2<br><br>My own son don`t know me<br>I`m chillin` in the hotel room lonely<br>But I thank God<br>I`m with my homies<br>But sometimes I wish<br>I was back home<br>But only no radio or video<br>Didn`t show me no love,<br>The phony, gotta hit the road slowly<br>So the record<br>Gets pushed by Sony<br>I`m in the middle like mony<br>And the press say<br>That my own people disown me<br>And the best way back<br>Is to keep your head straight,<br>Never inflate the cranium<br>They`re too worried about<br>Them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA)<br>Who just wanna cling on,<br>Swing on, and so on<br>Go on, fall off, the ho`s roll on<br>Til the next rap superstar<br>With no shame<br>Give em a year,<br>He`ll be right out the game<br>The same as the last one<br>Who came before him<br>Gained fame,<br>Started gettin ignored,<br>I warned him<br>Assured him, this ain`t easy<br>Take it from Weezy<br>Sleezy people<br>Wanna be so cheesy,<br>The fuckin people<br><br>Assassins, assassins<br><br>chorus X2