Rock Star Songtext
von Chamillionaire feat. Lil Wayne

Rock star!
Rock star! (Rock on)
Rock star! (Rock on)
It′s rock 'n roll! (Rock on!)

I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters
I′m 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 don't 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 it's for golf
Nickel Plate on your head, silverware′s 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 I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star?
If I'm near, you can believe the black card is not far


"Teen Spirit", ain′t 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 daughter′s here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna
Famous look right at me and said, "Know why I got my lighter up?" (Why?)
'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I′ma Puff
See how we rippin′ up tickets that police be writin' us
Do like Michael Jackson′s complexion Mr. and lighten up

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
She′s sayin′ she's in love with me, and she is probably your lady
Like a rock star (lady)
Like a rock star (lady)
Ladies love it when your livin′ like a rock star (baby, baby)
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it′s my job (baby)
When they listen to the cops come, then I'ma (rock on!)

I been havin′ paper, I been havin' 'stacks
The crowd screamin′ loud in every city on the map (Chamili tary!)
Got the groupies goin′ crazy, they don't know how to act (and now, Mr. Young Money himself)
(Lil Weezy! Baby!)
I bring ′em backstage and tell 'em baby just relax


Rock ′n Roll Fly
B- behold I
I am the sh-
Hear the commode cry
Hear the guitar scream'
That Double R lean
And if it′s for me
Then it's foreign

I mean my cars, I mean my clothes
I mean my -, I mean my flows
You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose
Step into the line of fire hide the penal toes
Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes
I get your girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
Rock star like, money, drugs, freaky -
World tours, walkthroughs and T.V. shows

My hair′s out (hey!)
No shirt (hey!)
I stage dive (rock, rock!)
I crowd-surf (hey!)
I′m a hot boy
I'm on my hot -
Reportin′ to you live from the mosh pit

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
She′s sayin′ she's 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, baby)
Catch me gettin' into trouble like it′s my job (baby)
When they listen to the cops come, then I'ma (rock on!)

I′m so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I′m so fly
Groupies tellin′ me like a spy, the ground be tellin' me that I′m 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 (why?)
Can′t help it, I got 'em rockin′ they pelvic-bones and losin' clothes
The higher my album sales get
They love me, that's right you nailed it
They treatin′ me like I′m Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed
She licked on a stamp and melted

So, save your rap for the rookies, 'cause there ain′t no rappers here
A show you do in a club is a show we do in the amphitheater
We packin' stadiums, ladies come in I′ll introduce ya
It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like Lollapalooza
We outshinin′ the losers (hey), know I ride with the Ruger (hey)
You know I'ma producer, weapon upside ya medulla (hey)
Got no time to seduce a super head type of seducer
Groupies tyrin' to snake me, but Koopa denyin′ Medusas

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
She′s sayin' she's 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, baby)
Catch me gettin′ into trouble like it's my job (baby)
When they listen to the cops come, then I′ma (rock on!)

Rock, rock (rock on!)
Rock, rock (rock on!)
We gonna keep on rockin' ′n rollin' until the wheels fall off (rock, rock) (rock on!)
Know what I′m talkin' 'bout? (Rock, rock) (rock on!)
Chamillitary Mayne! (Rock, rock) (rock on!)
Young Money! (Rock, rock) (rock on!)
We the new Red Hot Chili Peppers (rock, rock) (rock on!)
We on fire (rock, rock) (rock on!)
Sold out arenas (rock, rock) (rock on!)

Tearin′ up tour busses (rock, rock) (rock on!)
You know how we get down, haha (rock, rock) (rock on!)
Rock on (rock, rock) (rock on!)
Hol′ up (rock on!) (Hey!)
Hol' up (rock on!) (Hey!)
Hol′ up (rock on!) (Hey!)

Tryna get the Ozzy Osborne paper man
I'ma throw a pool party
Me and the playboy bunnies gonna be swimmin′ in a pool
Of a paper like Scrooge McDuck
You're invited, if you can swim
Rock on