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Starr | Rock Star Lyrics (Skull Gang)

  • Artist: Starr
  • Album: Skull Gang


Rock star
Rock star (rock on)
Rock star (rock on)
Its rock n roll (rock on)

I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters
Im a Chamillionaire, but got billionaires for my neighbors (Rock On)
I been havin paper, I been havin stacks
The crowd screamin loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin crazy, they dont know how to act
I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax

Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick,l like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off
Keep the four iron near, keep on thinkin that its for golf
Nickel Plate on your head, silverwares food for thought
Grammy winner the haters is like How could this happen? (how?)
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin (wow?)
How Im a rapper with revenue like a rock star?
If Im near you can believe the black card is not far
Teen Spirit aint what they smellin, they yellin Where that Nirvana?
The crowd is rockin n rollin, them swishers full of marijuana
They judgin me like your honor, your daughters here with her mama
They tell me that Im a charmer, more freakier than Madonna
Famous look right at me and said Know why I got my lighter up?
Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias Im a Puff
See how we rippin up tickets that police be writin us
Do like Michael Jacksons complexion Mr. and lighten up

Chorus
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star
I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star
Shes sayin shes in love with me and she is probably your lady
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star (Baby)
Catch me gettin into trouble like its my job (Baby)
When they listen to the cops come then Ima (Rock On)
I been havin paper, I been havin stacks
The crowd screamin loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin crazy, they dont know how to act
I bring em backstage and tell em baby just relax

Rock n roll fly
Bitch behold I
I am the shit
Hear the commode cry
Hear the guitar scream
That Double R lean
And if its for me
Then its foreign
I mean my cars, I mean my clothes
I mean my hos, I mean my flows
You dress different round then me Im a clean your nose
Step into the line of fire hide the penal code
Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes
I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
Rock star like, money, drugs, freaky hos
World tours, walkthroughs and T.V. shows
My hairs out (Hey)
No Shirt (Hey)
I stage dive (Rock Rock)

I crowd surf (Hey)
Im a hot boy
Im on my hot shit
Reportin to you live from the mosh pit

Chorus

Im so cool, Im so smooth, Im that dude, Im so fly
Groupies tellin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that Im fly
The cloud see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I
Got Mother nature so jealous she knockin pigeons out the sky
Cant help it, i got em rockin they pelvic-bones
And losin clothes
The higher my album sales get
They love me, thats right you nailed it
They treatin me like Im Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed
She licked on a stamp and melted
So save your rap for the rookies, cause there aint no rappers here
A show you do in a club is a show we do in the ampitheatre
We packin stadiums, ladies come in Ill introduce ya
Its too packed to maneuver, crowd look like LaLaPalooza
We outshinin the losers, know i ride with the Ruger
You know Ima producer, weapon upside ya medulla
Got no time to seduce a Super Head type of seducer
Groupies tyrin to snake me, but Koopa denyin Medusas

Chorus

Rock Rock (Rock On)
Rock Rock (Rock On)

We gonna keep on rockin n rollin till the wheels fall off.
Know what Im talkin bout?
Chamillitary Mayne
Young Money
We the new Red Hot Chili Peppers
We on fire
Sold out arenas
Tearin up tour busses
You Know how we get down. HaHa
Rock on, hol up, hol up, hol up
Tryna get the Ozzy Osborne paper mayne
Ima throw a pool party
Me and the playboy bunnies gonna be swimmin in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck. HaHa.
Youre invited. If you can swim.
Rock on


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