Lyrics:

Ay, Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin like a Rasta
Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ay, ay, switch my whip, came back in black
Im startin sayin, Rest in peace to Bon Scott
Ay, close that door, we blowin smoke
She ask me light a fire like Im Morrison
Ay, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin show in a cop car
Ay, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin, dont give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin, Im with the band
Ay, ay, now she actin outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they aint got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ay

Ay, ay, Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin like a Rasta
Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ive been in the Hills fuckin superstars
Feelin like a popstar (twenty one, twenty one, twenty one)
Drankin Henny, bad bitches jumpin in the pool
And they aint got on no bra
Hit her from the back, pullin on her tracks
And now she screamin out, no m?s (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars? (twenty one)

I aint with the cakin, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say Im lookin like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin, Where the coke at? (twenty one, twenty one)

Livin like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, member I used to trap hard
Livin like a rockstar, Im livin like a rockstar

Ay, Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...