rockstar
Andy CIzek Nik Nocturnal Lyrics
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Man, I feel just like a rockstar
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
Switch my whip, came back in black
I′m startin′ sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Close that door, we blowin′ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin′ show in a cop car
Shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don′t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy)
Now she actin′ outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain′t got a man
And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy)
I've been fuckin′ hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
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
I′ve been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar
Drankin′ Henny, bad bitches jumpin′ in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra
Hit her from the back, pullin′ on her tracks
And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!"
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars?"
I ain′t with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I′m lookin' like a whole snack (whole snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?"
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, I′m livin' like a rockstar
I′ve been fuckin' hoes and poppin′ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
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
The lyrics of "Rockstar" by Andy CIzek Nik Nocturnal are a reflection of the life of a rockstar full of drugs, sex, and alcohol, while also bringing in themes of fame and excess. It talks about how the rockstar lifestyle makes the singer feel invincible and powerful. The repetition of the line "I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, Man, I feel just like a rockstar" indicates that the singer enjoys this lifestyle and wants to continue living it. The reference to Bon Scott, the former AC/DC singer who passed away, shows that the singer is aware of the rock and roll culture and its history.
The second verse speaks about the singer's experiences partying with superstars in the Hills, giving out a sense of exclusivity and glamor that comes with being a rockstar. The writer mentions drinking Hennessy and hooking up with women, further emphasizing a lavish and excessive lifestyle. The line "I done made the hot chart, remember I used to trap hard" suggests that the singer has worked hard and gone through struggles of hustling, but now enjoys the fruits of his labor.
Furthermore, the chorus as a whole shows how the writer feels like a king, with his brothers being his loyal subjects who do his bidding. Moreover, the repeated use of the phrase "grrra-ta-ta-ta" gives the sense that the singer's homies are tough and intimidating.
Overall, "Rockstar" by Andy CIzek Nik Nocturnal is an anthem that glorifies the rockstar lifestyle in its most outrageous and hedonistic form.
Line by Line Meaning
I′ve been fuckin' hoes and poppin′ pillies
I have been engaging in sexual activities with promiscuous women and frequently abusing prescription drugs
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
I feel like a highly respected and successful musician
All my brothers got that gas
All my friends have high quality marijuana
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
They smoke marijuana like a Jamaican Rastafarian
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
If anyone messes with me, I will call my friend with a Uzi submachine gun
And show up, man, them the shottas
And they will come and take care of the situation, as they are experienced gangsters
When my homies pull up on your block
When my friends arrive in your neighbourhood
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta
They will start firing their guns, making the sounds of gunshots
Switch my whip, came back in black
I changed my car and painted it black
I′m startin′ sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
I am beginning to say a tribute to the late rock musician Bon Scott
Close that door, we blowin′ smoke
Close the door, we are smoking marijuana
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
She asked me to start a fire like the musician Jim Morrison
Act a fool on stage
I act foolishly on stage to engage the audience
Prolly leave my fuckin′ show in a cop car
I may get arrested and leave my show in a police car
Shit was legendary
It was extraordinary and memorable
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
I threw a TV out of the window of the Montage hotel
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don′t give a damn
There is cocaine on the table and liquor is being poured, and I do not care about the consequences
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Your girlfriend is a groupie, and she is trying to get closer to me
Sayin', "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy)
She claims to be associated with the music industry
Now she actin′ outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Now she is acting inappropriately and trying to touch me in a sexual manner
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain′t got a man
Many women are in my trailer and claim to be single
And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy)
And they have all brought another woman with them
I′ve been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
I have been in Hollywood having sex with famous celebrities
Feelin' like a popstar
I feel like a highly successful and popular musician
Drankin′ Henny, bad bitches jumpin′ in the pool
We are drinking Hennessy while attractive women jump into the pool
And they ain't got on no bra
They are not wearing bras
Hit her from the back, pullin′ on her tracks
I had sex with her from behind and pulled on her hair extensions
And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!"
And now she is screaming "No more!" in Spanish
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
People are asking rapper 21 Savage why he has a garage that can hold 12 cars
And you only got six cars?"
When he only actually has 6 cars
I ain′t with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
I am not interested in settling down romantically, how can you even ask that?
Your wifey say I′m lookin' like a whole snack (whole snack)
Your partner thinks I am highly attractive
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
I have many hundreds of dollars in my safe, and I have kept some of it for a long time
L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?"
Women in Los Angeles often ask me where they can get cocaine
Livin′ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
I am living like a rockstar and have crashed into a police car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I am much more likeable than you and you are not tough
I done made the hot chart, ′member I used to trap hard
I have made it onto the popular music charts, remember that I used to sell drugs
Livin′ like a rockstar, I′m livin' like a rockstar
I am living a highly successful and glamorous lifestyle, just like a rockstar
I′ve been fuckin' hoes and poppin′ pillies
I have been engaging in sexual activities with promiscuous women and frequently abusing prescription drugs
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
I feel like a highly respected and successful musician
All my brothers got that gas
All my friends have high quality marijuana
And they always be smokin′ like a Rasta
They smoke marijuana like a Jamaican Rastafarian
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
If anyone messes with me, I will call my friend with a Uzi submachine gun
And show up, man, them the shottas
And they will come and take care of the situation, as they are experienced gangsters
When my homies pull up on your block
When my friends arrive in your neighbourhood
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta
They will start firing their guns, making the sounds of gunshots
Writer(s): Carl Austin Rosen, Austin Richard Post, Louis Bell, Olufunmibi Awoshiley, Jo-vaughn Virginie, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph
Contributed by Alaina T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.