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(feat. Lil Wayne)

Rock Star!
Rock Star! (Rock On)
Rock Star! (Rock On)
It'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)
I been havin paper, I been havin stacks
The crowd 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

[Verse 1:]
Rock on, they see the jewels is so sick,l like flu spit and flu cough
Take it off and you lost, the tough talk get tooled off
Keep the 4 iron near, keep on thinkin that it's for golf
Nickel Plate on your head, silverware's food for thought
Grammy winner the haters is like 'How could this happen?' (how?)
On the red carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin (wow?)
How I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star?
If I'm near 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 n rollin, them swishers full of marijuana
They judgin me like your honor, your daughter's here with her mama
They tell me that I'm a charmer, more freakier than Madonna
Famous look right at me and said 'Know why i got my ligher up?'
'Cause like the throwback P. Diddy alias I'ma 'Puff'
See how we rippin up tickets that police be writin us
Do like Michael Jackson's complexion Mr. and lighten up

[Chorus:]
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star
I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star
She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star (Baby)
Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (Baby)
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma (Rock On!)
I been havin paper, I been havin stacks
The crowd 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

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Rock n Roll Fly
Bitch 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 its foreign
I mean my cars, I mean my clothes
I mean my hos, I mean my flows
You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose
Step into the line of fire hide the penal code
Compared to big foot, you just twinkle toes
I get ya girlfriend wet like wrinkled clothes
Rock star- like, money, drugs, freaky hos
World tours, walkthroughs and T.V. shows
My hair's out (Hey!)
No Shirt (Hey!)
I stage dive (Rock Rock!)
I crowd surf (Hey!)
I'm a hot boy
I'm on my hot shit
Reportin' to you live from the mosh pit

[Chorus:]
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star
I got em screamin loud as they be screamin comin out broads daily
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star
She's sayin she's in love with me and she is probably your lady
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Like a rockstar (Lady)
Ladies love it when your livin like a rock star (Baby)
Catch me gettin into trouble like it's my job (Baby)
When they listen to the cops come then I'ma (Rock On!)

[Verse 3:]
I'm so cool, I'm so smooth, I'm that dude, I'm so fly
Groupies tellin me like a spy, the ground be tellin me that I'm fly
The cloud 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 pelvic-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 sh

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