Chamillionaire - Chamillionaire - Rock Star

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Chamillionaire - Chamillionaire - Rock Star

Rock star, rock star (rock on) 
Rock star (rock on) lets 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!) 

[Chorus One: Chamillionaire] 
I been had the paper, I been had the stacks 
The crowds 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 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 its 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 Im a rapper with revenue like a rock star 
If Im there you can believe the Black Card is not far 
Teen spirit aint 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 daughters here with her momma 
They me that Im 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, Ima (Puff)" 
See how we rippin up tickets the police writin us 
Do like Michael Jacksons complexion mister and lighten up, ha ha 

[Chorus Two: Chamillionaire] 
Ladies love it when youre livin like a rock star 
I got em screamin loud as they keep screamin comin out bras daily, daily 
Ladies love it when youre livin like a rock star 
She sayin shes in love with me and she is probably your lady 
Like a rock star (lady) like a rock star (lady) 
Ladies love it when youre livin like a rock star (rock star baby) 
Catch me gettin into trouble like its my job (baby, baby) 
When we listen til the cops come then Ima - 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 its for me, then its 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 Ima clean your nose 
Step into the line of fire, jalapeo 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 hairs out (heyyy) no shirt (heyyy) 
I stage dive (rock rock) I crowd surf (heyyy) 
Im a Hot Boy (heyyy) Im on my hot {shit} (rock rock) 
Reportin to you live from the moshpit 

[Chorus Two] 

Im so cool, Im so smooth, Im that dude, Im so muah 
Groupies trillin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that Im fly 
The clouds 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 velvet 
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 it, she licked on the stamp and melt it 
Huh, so save your rap for the rookies cause it aint no rappers here 
A show you do in the club is a show we do in the Amphitheater 
We packin stadiums, ladies come in Ill introduce ya 
Its too packed to maneuver, crowd look like Lollapalooza 
We outshinin the losers (heyyy) know I rock with the Ruger (heyyy) 
You know Im a producer, weapon upside your medulla (heyyy) 
Got no time to seduce her, Superhead type of seducer 
Groupies tryin to snake me but Koopa denyin Medusas, ha ha 

[Chorus Two] 

[Outro: Chamillionaire] 
Rock rock (rock on) rock rock (rock on) 
We gon keep on rockin and rollin until the wheels fall off 
Knowmtalkinbout? Chamillitary mayne 
Young Money, we the new Red Hot Chili Peppers 
We on fire, sold out arenas, tearin up tourbuses 
You know how we get down, ha ha 
Rock on, hold up, hold up, hold up 
Tryin to get that Ozzy Osbourne paper mayne 
Ima throw a pool party, me and the Playboy bunnies 
gon be swimmin in a pool of paper like Scrooge McDuck 
Heh, you invited, if you can swim 
Ha ha, rock on


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