International rock star that would make the day go down easy crucified in my sports car i've got high hopes for things infamously. and then there's love
. Well, sooner or later they're going to find me Never, 'cause you see, they're looking for you, right? But nobody's looking for me International rock star
we rock 'cause ain't a limit My aim is winning, got Asian women That'll change my linen after I done blazed and hit 'em But I just wanna rock wit' you
not know the way I asked the rock, sitting in a shade of grey I asked the rock, he didn't have a thing to say
I go make me so international People I meet make me so international Wherever I go I'll be so international Wherever it goes I'm just so international
ya at In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn Granddad in the field pickin' beans and corn-corn Mama never saw that a star was born-born Mama said star
it's such a dang shame ?? to the buck, did another dang plan My stage and my government ain't the same name I'm a rock star, love it that my wallet chain
) And I just wanna blow ya mind (uh huh) I'm talking really really blow ya mind My repetoire is menage a trois and exotic cars Chillin wit da hottest stars
I wouldn't mind fucking Britney Spears In a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors With that bitch, in a couple of weeks I'd have her hooked on crack rock
wouldn't mind fucking Brittany Spears In a cheap hotel wit them ceiling mirrors Wit that bitch in a couple of weeks I'd have her hooked on crack rock
pretty smile and a shining in yo eye specialized wit beauty and she fell for it next plan was to head to the bar got the long and the ice-e she was reachin for the rock
own heartbeat Can you feel your blood begin to heat? Call off your dogs 'cause I am no fox Turn off your white light My alibi is rock tight Your night
Nuestra presentacion especial comenzara en breve (Our special presentation will start shortly) Pero antes un mensaje de nuestros auspiciadores (But first
to at X-Cons and killas And my bitches is falls who bomb, head and coochie Rockin' props, the fades, the letto pump boochie First statis, rock rolo,
you must play the game Then gamble the stake's raised Take baby to Vegas I need the paper My flesh burnin' Niggas got me under surveillance their necks turnin' I'm an international
fuck what you think Nineteen and over to fuck It's twenty-one and over to drink Sixteen and over to Pat A twelve year old kid got bucked Aiyyo, rock
the devil and Satan, and [unverified] a thousand years, see I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands International
