[Intro] Gm  Cm

Hahahahaha
Tank God
Ayy

Gm
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                                  D#
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas
                                    Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
     D#
And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block
                                   Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

Switch my whip, came back in black
                                                    D#
I'm startin' sayin': Rest in peace to Bon Scott (Scott, ayy)

Close that door, we blowin' smoke
                               Gm
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy)

Act a fool on stage
                               D#
Prolly' leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (car, ayy)

Shit was legendary
                                    Gm
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
                                             D#
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
                                  Gm
Sayin': I'm with the band, ayy, ay

Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
                                                  D#
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

And they all brought a friend, yeah, ayy (ayy, ayy)

Gm
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                                  D#
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas
                                    Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
     D#
And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block
                                   Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)


I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
                           D#
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
                           Gm
And they ain't got on no bra (no bra)

Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
                                  D#
And now she screamin' out: ¡No más! (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like: Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
                      Gm
And you only got six cars? (21)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
                               D#
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
                                         Gm
L.A. bitches always askin': Where the coke at? (21, 21)

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
                                                  D#
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
                                               Gm
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy)

Gm
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                                  D#
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas
                                    Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
     D#
And show up, name them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block
                                   Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

Gm
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
D#
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock
Rockstar
Rockstar
Gm
Rockstar
Feel just like a