Альбом Bizarre

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I'm a rock star
Baby, baby, baby
I'm a rock star
Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin'
My rock car
Girls
I'm a rock star
Baby, baby, baby
I'm a rock star

[ Verse 1 ]
Where's Marshall? Who the hell cares?
Bizarre's on stage, shakin' his derrier
I'm a rock star, trust my belly
Hugs and kisses get my clothes all sweaty
I'm the man, the lead singer of the band
On stage, for thousands of fans
Or you could be dancin' for Hammar
If you look you could see me in the camera
Actin' like Luther Vandross
Anything to get them clothes off
The fans want Bizarre, they don't want him
I'm backstage makin' out with Kim

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I'm a rock star
Baby, baby. baby
I'm a rock star
Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin'
My rock car
Girls
I'm a rockstar
Baby, baby, baby
I'm a rock star
Jumpin', jumpin' jumpin'
My rock car
Rock-and-Roll

[ Verse 2 ]
The girls are gazing, it's so amazing
Black, white, thirteen to eighteen
I'm on TRL with David Chappellle
Talkin' bout the little two days I did in jail
Give me a sandwhich, feed me lunch
(Want some water?) Girl where's my punch?
If I don't get punch, you gon' get punched (oh shit!)
Matter fact forget lunch
The guy with the shower cap runnin' the streets
Big ol' stomache, they all know me
Last video, I was in the back
Now I started a group with Horney Mac

[ Chorus ]
I'm a rock star
Baby, baby. baby
I'm a rock star
Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin'
My rock car
Girls
I'm a rockstar
Baby, baby, baby
I'm a rock star
Jumpin', jumpin' jumpin'
My rock car
Rock-and-Roll

[ Verse 3 ]
Me and 50 workin' out
Show you what the rock stars all about
It's been awhile, I'm comin' out
Doin' laps around Jimmy Iovene's house
I don't drive, I got a chauffer to pick me up
Big ol' truck that's all beat up
Cadillac with a Diamond in the Back
(Dr. Dre's on line one) Tell him to call me back
I'm too busy to take his call
I'm at the mall, collectin' girls' drawers
This Rock Star stuff is the life for me
May 27th, buy my CD

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I'm a rock star
Baby, baby. baby
I'm a rock star
Jumpin', jumpin', jumpin'
My rock car
Girls
I'm a rockstar
Baby, baby, baby
I'm a rock star
Jumpin', jumpin' jumpin'
My rock car
Rock-and-Roll

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Hip Hop, that's the way of life,
If you think you're nice then go grab the mic,
Let me tell you my story 'cause everybody got one,
Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some,
Always told myself that I would never be losing,
Man I aint had no hood,
My Mother was always moving,
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit,
God Damn Mama,
What's the point,
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags,
Jump in the truck with my step-dad,
When I was ten years old,
I started to feel the hunger,
Got a little older man he force got stronger,
Me and my rap partner wasn't seeing eye to eye,
So he picked up and started group with some other guys,
ItâЂ™s just hip hop, man I won't stop,
Yo Big Boy,
Give me a beat box,

CHORUS
Hip Hop, hip hop, Hip hop,Hip hop,

VERSE 2
From the hip hop shop,
To Maurice Malone,
Ten years later,
I'm still in the zone,
Seven Mile and forrer
Where a star was born
United we stand,
Divided we sworn
And hell yeah,
I lived in my car,
Bitch I was homeless,
I would have lived in a jar,
And Dirty Management,
I wish yaâЂ™ll the best,
But me and my *****s,
We had to do what's best,
It was a mess,
All the taxes and accounts,
Checks started to bounce,
*****s couldnâЂ™t buy an ounce,
And now that we platinum,
They diss our name,
Like we won't go to the car,
And get them things,
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice,
The fight with Whitie Ford to the beef with Royce,
Ja Rule's, Benzino's, and *****s in the club,
To the E Dubbs and *****s that you aint heard of,
And man, I don't know how to use a gun,
But I'll learn quick if the fucken beef come

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VERSE 3 (Eminem)
Man I thought this was suppose to be hip hop, hip hop
I'd rather be fishing in flip flop, flip flops,
Across over the country like Kid Rock then I,
Can see no country singers beffin' over some guitar,
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seager,
When I was younger I was so eager,
To have a gun I would do the same,
Couldn't wait to get to the shooting range,
Me and my man Goofy Gary,
Just trying to let loose some stain,
Mother fuckers laughing cause I couldn't aim,
So I pull the fucken target closer and just shoot that thang,
I use to have this theory,
Keep three bullets in the gun,
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan,
For each bullet if you got no CCW license,
I tried to apply for one,
They said it take five-six months,
What the fuck I'm suppose to do meantime when robbers come,
Hide that son a bitch inside the glove box or inside the trunk,
Now,
Back to what my three bullet theory was,
I'm triple platinum,
I aint trying to catch no murder one,
Figured I'd shoot to wound,
Probably miss with at least one,
But them other two gone fuck his shoulder and his knee cap up,
And Im'a say its self defense how come I had the gun,
Was because I was at the range on my way back from,
This *dude* approached me on some bullshit,
I get a year for each bullet,
At the most, as opposed to having a full clip in that,
That was my idiotic logic,
It was basically for safety,
But it gave me power and it made me crazy,
& psychotic I just got retarded once he got up, thank god,
It was emptied the night that I got caught with it,
What the fuck man,
I thought that it was suppose to be hip hop

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