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"Rock Star" (feat. Lil Wayne) [Chamillionaire] Rock star, rock star (rock on) Rock star (rock on) let'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!) [Chorus One... "Rock Star" (feat. Lil Wayne) [Chamillionaire] Rock star, rock star (rock on) Rock star (rock on) let'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!) [Chorus One: Chamillionaire] I been had the paper, I been had the stacks The crowd's 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" [Chamillionaire] Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick like flu spit and flu cough Take it off and you lost, the tough talk you tuned it off Keep the four-iron there, keep on thinkin that it's for golf Nickel plate on your head, silverware is food for thought The Grammy winner, the haters is like "How could this happen?" (how?) On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin Now I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star If I'm there 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 and rollin them swishas full of marijuana They judgin me like Your Honor, your daughter's here with her momma They me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna Famous looked 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 the police writin us Do like Michael Jackson's complexion mister and lighten up, ha ha [Chorus Two: Chamillionaire] Ladies love it when you're livin like a rock star I got 'em screamin loud as they keep screamin comin out bras daily, daily Ladies love it when you're livin like a rock star She 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 you're livin like a rock star (rock star baby) Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (baby, baby) When we listen 'til the cops come then I'ma - rock on! [Chorus One] [Lil Wayne (Chamillionaire)] Chamilli-tary (and now Mr. Young Money himself) Lil Weezy, baby! Hahaha Rock-n-roll fly, {bitches} behold I I am the {shit}, hear the commode cry Hear the guitar scream, that double-R lean And if it's for me, then it's for-eign Ha, I mean my cars, I mean my clothes I mean my {hoes}, I mean my flows You dress different 'round me then I'ma clean your nose Step into the line of fire, jalapeño toes Compared to Bigfoot you just Twinkle Toes I get your girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes Rock star like, money drugs freakin {hoes} World tours, walk-throughs and TV shows My hair's out (heyyy) no shirt (heyyy) I stage dive (rock rock) I crowd surf (heyyy) I'm a Hot Boy (heyyy) I'm on my hot {shit} (rock rock) Reportin to you live from the moshpit [Chorus Two] [Chamillionaire] I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so muah Groupies trillin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that I'm fly The clouds see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I Got Mother Nat (more) (less)
"Rock Star" (feat. Lil Wayne) [Chamillionaire] Rock star, rock star (rock on) Rock star (rock on) let'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!) [Chorus One... "Rock Star" (feat. Lil Wayne) [Chamillionaire] Rock star, rock star (rock on) Rock star (rock on) let'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!) [Chorus One: Chamillionaire] I been had the paper, I been had the stacks The crowd's 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" [Chamillionaire] Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick like flu spit and flu cough Take it off and you lost, the tough talk you tuned it off Keep the four-iron there, keep on thinkin that it's for golf Nickel plate on your head, silverware is food for thought The Grammy winner, the haters is like "How could this happen?" (how?) On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin Now I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star If I'm there 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 and rollin them swishas full of marijuana They judgin me like Your Honor, your daughter's here with her momma They me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna Famous looked 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 the police writin us Do like Michael Jackson's complexion mister and lighten up, ha ha [Chorus Two: Chamillionaire] Ladies love it when you're livin like a rock star I got 'em screamin loud as they keep screamin comin out bras daily, daily Ladies love it when you're livin like a rock star She 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 you're livin like a rock star (rock star baby) Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (baby, baby) When we listen 'til the cops come then I'ma - rock on! [Chorus One] [Lil Wayne (Chamillionaire)] Chamilli-tary (and now Mr. Young Money himself) Lil Weezy, baby! Hahaha Rock-n-roll fly, {bitches} behold I I am the {shit}, hear the commode cry Hear the guitar scream, that double-R lean And if it's for me, then it's for-eign Ha, I mean my cars, I mean my clothes I mean my {hoes}, I mean my flows You dress different 'round me then I'ma clean your nose Step into the line of fire, jalapeño toes Compared to Bigfoot you just Twinkle Toes I get your girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes Rock star like, money drugs freakin {hoes} World tours, walk-throughs and TV shows My hair's out (heyyy) no shirt (heyyy) I stage dive (rock rock) I crowd surf (heyyy) I'm a Hot Boy (heyyy) I'm on my hot {shit} (rock rock) Reportin to you live from the moshpit [Chorus Two] [Chamillionaire] I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so muah Groupies trillin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that I'm fly The clouds see me and they cry just to get a glimpse of I Got Mother Nat (more) (less)
