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[Chamillionaire]
Rock star, rock star (rock on)
Rock star (rock on) let's rock-n-roll! (rock on)
I got ladies that love my ladies, haters that hate my haters
I'm a Chamillionaire but got billionaires for my neighbors (rock on!)

[Chorus One: Chamillionaire]
I been had the paper, I been had the stacks
The crowd's screamin loud in every city on the map
Got the groupies goin crazy, they don't know how to act
I bring 'em backstage and tell 'em, "Baby just relax"

[Chamillionaire]
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 it's 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 I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star
If I'm there you can believe the Black Card is not far
Teen spirit ain't 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 daughter's here with her momma
They me that I'm 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, I'ma (Puff)"
See how we rippin up tickets the police writin us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion mister and lighten up, ha ha

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

[Chorus Two]

[Chamillionaire]
I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so muah
Groupies trillin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that I'm 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
Can't help it I got 'em rockin they velvet
Bones and losin clothes the higher my album sales get
They love me that's right you nailed it, they treatin me like I'm Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed it, she licked on the stamp and melt it
Huh, so save your rap for the rookies cause it ain't no rappers here
A show you do in the club is a show we do in the Amphitheater
We packin stadiums, ladies come in I'll introduce ya
It's too packed to maneuver, crowd look like Lollapalooza
We outshinin the losers (heyyy) know I rock with the Ruger (heyyy)
You know

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