Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Star, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Ultimate Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Rock Star |
I’m just a rocker dude |
Lookin for my rocker girl |
Baby I’ll rock your boat |
Rock your bed, and rock your world |
But gotta be as fly as me, me |
You gotta know how to rock your stuff, stuff |
VH1 Bret Michel’s, Be my rock of love |
Be as one, big stones |
Lemme rock you up |
Maybe marriage, baby carriage |
Lemme knock you up |
I could be your rocker daddy |
You could be my rocker mommy |
I could your chilly pepper |
You could be my hot tamale |
Have your ever made to a rockstar |
In a hot car with the top off |
In the middle of a parkin lot |
You don’t care who see, who look, or who watch ya |
Pretty face |
And the body soft as baby skin |
She hopped on me and rode |
I thought my name was Harley Davidson |
You got your tattoos |
I got my tattoos too |
We stayin all night and do what rockstars do |
We got the music |
Bumpin thru the system |
The room is real smoky |
Highlights in a mansion |
You loving all day |
You sleeping all night |
We up and hit the mall |
Sweats cus you on bait |
Try and imitate us |
But could never duplicate us |
Pull up in the Ferrari |
Saying hello to all my haters |
Have you ever mad love |
To a rockstar |
In a hot car |
With his guitar, playing on the side |
Have. |
you. |
ever. |
mad. |
love |
You drive a fast car |
I drive a fast car too |
Suicide doors with the topless roof |
Now were cursin |
Glasses on the face |
Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin |
We gotta mazaretti but we driven in a range |
Cus we don’t give a damn |
Switch rides by the day, day, day |
Now this is what I call rockstar love |
This was the question I was thinkin of |
Have you ever mad love |
To a rockstar |
In a hot car |
With his guitar, playing on the side |
Have. |
you. |
ever. |
mad. |
love |
I’m a R.O.C.K star |
And I can play |
Like I play my guitar |
Call me Weezy F. the best you ever saw |
She the best you never saw |
Cudnt even loook at me |
Got a chauffeur |
But he ain’t even look me |
In the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin |
And in tied to the |
Like eyes on bugizzy |
Shawty got class |
And no I won’t play hooky |
But no not never |
Put my feet on the pedal |
And make that guitar go medal like |
Ya told your girl |
I could play |
I could play the guitar |