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Cypress Hill Lyrics

Cypress Hill

Rap Superstar

(feat. Eminem, Noreaga)

[Eminem Speaking]
Most people don't see how much work is really involved
in this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until i was actually in it
You really gotta be in it
To understand what its like
But you always gotta
People always gotta see your smile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know what i'm sayin
No matter what u just been through

[B-Real]
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[B-Real]
I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up
Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up
To rock crowds make money
Chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shits funny
How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
and losin some of your peers
And losin some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
Shits deep
48 tracks
Studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will
Till he crosses over still
Feelin no hate
But fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And 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 pay to play
Trapped in what you rappin about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans
No fame
No respect
No change
No women
And everyone shits on your name

[Chorus]
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[Noreaga Speaking]
When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
Cuz the minute you fall off
They'll find another Noreaga
And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga
And they'll find another B-Real
So you need to just keep
Stack your chips up
Do what you gotta do while your hot
And mafuckin get out the game
Stick to the drug game
And the drug game is even worse
Because if someone jerks you
You can shoot em and kill me
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

[Eminem Speaking]
No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything gotta be all good
When you see someone slap hands with em
You know what i'm sayin give em a pound
Or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
My own son don't know me
Sittin up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
Cuz they 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 disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on
And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year
And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame
Started gettin ignored
I warned him
Assured him
This ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They talkin evil

[Chorus]

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Ime: [B]Toni
Prezime: V...... fk y`all zasto bi ga reka i ovo je previše
Datum rođenja: 02.06.1989.[/B]
Škola: 2a Medicinska (opći)
Godina provedeno u BUKSI: Evo nekidan izasa
Godina smrti(uma): Prije par miseci
Broj pisama(kojima sam ja autor): Preko nekoliko
Broj nacrtanih grafita: Par
Broj nacrtanih skica: Pun Kurac
Tag: prvi mi je bia unique.nekad napisem JA ili TV. sad sam mono aka phase
Odjel na kojem me možete posjetiti u bolnici: a šo misiš pa PSIHIJATRIJA(najteži bolesnici)
Omiljena Biljka: Cannabis
Omiljena vrsta muzike: Hip-hop ,a volim skoro sve slušati
Najbolje grupe i pjevaći: 2pac,dr.dre,xzibit,ludacris,wu-tang clan,run d.m.c.,n.w.a,c murder,c-block, g-unit,i svi ćlanovi svake grupe.(neda mi se više nabrajati)
Idol: 2PAC
Najbolje jelo: Pica
Piće: Gusti,Šampanjac,Vino(crno preferiram,nije ni bilo loše),Neki kurac u boćici maloj ima okus ka fanta al ima postotak alkohola ka piva.
Što bi volija napravit: otic u SAD.postati slavan.al nebit komercija(teška).imati nekoga ko će me poštovati.imati bandu i neko opako ime.proslavit moju vjeru.(na kraju cu napisati molitvu koju sam ja napisati).i imati vutre za pušit do mile volje.
Volim:Cigare i cure koje nisu umišljene,i šo ne trće za bogatunima(po mogućnosti da slušaju rap)
Grad u kojem sam rođen i živim: Zadar(najbolji grad na svitu ali ne za rappere)
ako ima sto jos sto nisam napisa podsjetite me

POZDRAV SVIMA STO PREFERIRAJU HIP-HOP UMJETNOST I KULTURU.PEACE & RESPECT BROTHERS,AND SISTERS.POZDRAF I SVIMA FRENDOVIMA I FRENDICAMA!
TORNADO ZADAR!!!!





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