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Cypress Hill - Leakers of the Funk - (Rap) Superstar
Leakers of the Funk
01. Leakers of the Funk (intro)
02. Insane in the Brain
03. Cock the Hammer
04. Hand on the Pump
05. (Rap) Superstar
06. Latin Lingo
07. Stoned Is the Way of the Walked (reprise)
08. Tequila Sunrise
09. Lick a Shot
10. Dr. Greenthumb
11. Boom Biddy Bye Bye
12. Illusions
13. Throw Your Set in the Air
14. Killafornia
15. How I Could Just Kill a Man
16. The Phuncky Feel One
17. Everybody Must Get Stoned
18. I Wanna Get High
19. Stoned Is the Way of the Walked
20. When the Shit Goes Down
21. Get Em Up
22. Light It Up
23. It Aint Nothin
24. Leakers of the Funk (outro)
You know, people just don't-
People just don't see how much work is really involved in this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until I was actually in it
You really gotta be in it to understand what it's like
But you always gotta-
People always gotta see you smile
You always gotta put on that fake, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like, no matter what you just been through

So you wanna be a rap superstar (Shit just gotta be right)
And live large, a big house
Five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growin' up
Lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up
To rock crowds, make money, chill wit the honeys
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shit's funny
How impossible dreams manifest in the games that be comin' with it
Nevertheless you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood, sweat, and tears
And losin' some of your peers
And losin' some of your self

Through the years past, gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
Shit's deep, 48 tracks, studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil but never will
'Til he crosses over still
Fillin' your head with fantasies
Come with me

Show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play
Feel trapped in what you rappin' about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The route you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no women
And everybody shits on your name

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house
Five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

To be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house
Five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

When you sign to a record label (Assassin)
You don't know you sign your life over (Assassin)
And these white boys don't care about you
'Cause the minute you fall off
They'll find another Noreaga (Assassin)
And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga (Assassin)
And they'll find another B-Real
So you need to just... keep (Assassin)
Stack your chips up

Do what you gotta do while you hot (Assassin)
And motherfuckin' get out the game
Just stick to the drug game (Assassin)
It's even worse because in the drug game (Assassin)
If somebody jerk you, you can shoot 'em and kill 'em
And if you- in this game if somebody jerk you
You gotta be humble

No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything's gotta be all good
When you see somebody, slap hands with 'em
You know what I'm sayin'? Give 'em a pound or whatever it is
You know, but you always gotta act like it ain't shit

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house
Five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

To be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house
Five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie

And the press say that my own people disowned me
And the best way back is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honeys at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on
And so on, go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
With no shame (shame)

Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin' ignored
I warned him, assured him
This ain't easy, take it from Weezy
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy
They talkin' evil

Assassin (Assassin)
Assassin (Assassin)

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house
Five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

To be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house
Five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly