rockstar

I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar. All my brothers got the gas and they always Be smoking like a Rasta. Fucking with me, call up on a Uzi and Show up, man, in the shotta. When my homies pull up on your block, they Make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta. Switch my whip, came back in black, I'm starting Saying, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott." Close that door before I smoke your ass me Like that fire like I'm Morrison. Act a fool, stage crawling, leave my fucking show In a cop car. Shit was legendary, threw a TV out of window On the Montage. I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I Feel just like a rockstar. I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar. Feel just like a rockstar. I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies, Man, I feel just like a Rockstar