(Rock) Superstar (Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, August 16, 2000)

Lyrics

[Intro: B-Real | DJ Muggs] Yeah, you motherfuckers are all on film And I might just bend with this motherfucker again, maybe Block, you're a crazy fuck (Block steady jump in the crowd, ah) You had a good time tonight or what? This is just a taste of what's to come in the fall 'Cause we are coming back And we're gonna play a shitload of jams when we come back (That's right) You know DJ Muggs has a Soul Assassins 2 record coming out (Ooh-ooh) You motherfuckers know that? (October 3rd, fool) That's right, Soul Assassins get busy So with that, we gonna thank you for coming out tonight, being a part of our video, being a part of our live album (Part of these nuts) So let's get down to business [Chorus: B-Real] So you wanna be a rock superstar? And live large, a big housе, five cars, you're in charge Comin' up in thе world don't trust nobody Gotta look over my shoulder constantly [Verse 1: B-Real | Sen Dog] I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up Looking in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin' with it, nevertheless You got to go for the gusto but you don't know About the blood, sweat and tears, losing some of your peers Losing some of yourself to the years past gone by Hopefully it don't manifest later on in life Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act Shit's deep, 48 tracks Studio gangster mack signed the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil' But never will 'til he crosses over Still filling your head with fantasies Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz? Take shit from people who don't know what it is? I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high And some can't take the weight Still trapped in what you rappin' about Tell me what happened when you lost clout The route you took started collapsing No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no women And everybody shits on your name [Chorus: Cypress Hill] So you wanna be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over my shoulder constantly Be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, five cars Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly [Verse 2: Sen Dog] You ever have big dreams of makin' big cream? Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream You wanna look trendy in the Bentley Be a snob and never act friendly Wanna have big fame, let me explain What happens to these stars and their big brains First, you get played like all damn day Long as you sell everything will be okay Then you get dissed by the media and fans Things never stay the same way they began Heard that some never give full to the fullest That's why fools end up dining on a bullet Everything ain't fine in the big time See me in my Lex' with the chrome shined So you wanna roll far, live large? It ain't all that goes with bein' a rock star [Chorus: Cypress Hill] So you wanna be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly Wanna be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly [Interlude: Sen Dog] That's right, y'all, this rap shit is hard Save your motherfuckin' money, too, nigga San Francisco, make some fuckin' noise [Verse 3: B-Real | Sen Dog] My own son don't know me I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies Sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or video didn't show me No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly So the record gets pushed by Sony I'm in the middle like Monie And the press say that my own people disown me And the best way back is to keep your head straight Never inflate the cranium They're too worried about them honeys at the Palladium Who just wanna cling on (Cling on and suck on) Go on, suck it (Suck it some more) 'Til the next rock superstar with no shame Give him a year and he'll be right out the game The same as the last one who came before him Gained fame, started gettin' ignored Assured him, this ain't easy, take it from Weezy Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, they're fuckin' evil (Evil, evil) "Assassins, assassins" [Chorus: Cypress Hill] So you wanna be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rock superstar? And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly [Outro: B-Real] Thank you for coming out