Rock Star

Lyrics

[Intro: Chamillionaire] Rockstar, rockstar (Rock on) Rockstar (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!) [Bridge 1: Chamillionaire] I been had the paper, I been had the stacks The crowd screaming loud in every city on the map Got the groupies going crazy, they don't know how to act I bring them backstage and tell 'em, "Baby, just relax" [Verse 1: 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 get tuned off Keep the four-iron near, keep on thinking that it's for golf (What) Nickel plate on your head, silverware's food for thoughts The 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 rockstar? If I'm near, you can believe the black card is not far Teen spirit ain't what they smelling; they yelling, "Where that Nirvana?" The crowd is rocking and rolling them Swishers full of marijuana (Huh) They judging me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna (Woo) Famous look right at me and said, "Know why I got my lighter up?" (Why?) Just 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, mister, and lighten up (Ha-ha!) [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar I got them screaming loud as they can scream and coming out bras daily (Daily) Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar She's saying she's in love with me, and she is probably your lady [Bridge 2: Chamillionaire] Like a rock star (Lady), like a rock star (Lady) Ladies love it when your living like a rock star (Baby) Catch me getting into trouble (Baby) like it's my job (Baby) Well, at least until the cops come—then I'ma (Rock on!) [Bridge 1: Chamillionaire & Lil Wayne] I been had the paper, I been had the stacks The crowd screaming loud in every city on the map (Chamili... tary!) Got the groupies going crazy, they don't know how to act (And now, Mr. Young Money himself, Lil Weezy! Baby!) I bring them backstage and tell 'em, "Baby, just relax" (Hahahaha) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Chamillionaire] Rock and roll fly; bitch, 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 foreign, ha! I mean my cars, I mean my clothes I mean my hoes, I mean my flows You try sniffin' 'round me, then I'ma clean your nose Step into the line of fire: jalapeño toes Compared to Bigfoot, you just twinkletoes I get your girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes Rockstar like money, drugs, freaky hoes World tours, walk-throughs and TV shows My hair's out (Hey), no shirt (Hey) I stage-dive (Rock, rock), I crowd-surf (Hey) I'm a Hot Boy (Hey), I'm on my hot shit (Rock, rock) Reporting to you live from the moshpit [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar I got them screaming loud as they can scream and coming out bras daily (Daily) Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar She's saying she's in love with me, and she is probably your lady [Bridge 2: Chamillionaire] Like a rockstar (Lady), like a rockstar (Lady) Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar (Baby) Catch me getting into trouble (Baby) like it's my job (Baby) Well, at least until the cops come—then I'ma (Rock on!) [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly Groupies telling me like a spy, the ground be telling me that I'm fly The crowds 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 rocking they pelvic— Bones and losing 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 melt it, ha So save your rap for the rookies, 'cause it ain't no rappers here A show you do in a club is a show we do in the amphitheater We packing stadiums; ladies come in, I'll introduce you 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 produce a weapon upside your medulla (Hey) Got no time to seduce a Superhead type of seducer Groupies trying to snake me, but Koopa denying Medusas (Ha-ha!) [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar I got them screaming loud as they can scream and coming out bras daily (Daily) Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar She's saying she's in love with me, and she is probably your lady [Bridge 2: Chamillionaire] Like a rockstar (Lady), like a rockstar (Lady) Ladies love it when you're living like a rockstar (Baby) Catch me getting into trouble (Baby) like it's my job (Baby) Well, at least until the cops come—then I'ma— [Outro: Chamillionaire] (Rock on) Rock, rock (Rock on) Rock, rock We gonna keep on rocking and rolling until the wheels fall off, know what I'm talking about? Chamillitary, man! Young Money We the new Red Hot Chili Peppers We on fire, sold-out arenas Tearing up tour-buses You know how we get down Rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up Tryna get that Ozzy Osborne paper, man I'mma throw a pool party Me and the Playboy bunnies gonna be swimming in a pool of a paper like Scrooge McDuck You're invited if you can swim Ha, rock on