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This karaoke version has been produced by Zoom Karaoke and the recording rights are owned and controlled by Zoom Entertainments Limited - Song lyrics: 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 UPON AN UZI AND SHOW UP AND THEN THERE'S SHOTTAS WHEN MY HOMIES PULL UP ON YOUR BLOCK THEY MAKE THAT THING GO GRA-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 PROBABLY LEAVE MY FUCKIN' SHOW IN A COP CAR SHIT WAS LEGENDARY THREW A T.V. 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 TRY'NA GET IN... SAYIN', I'M WITH THE BAND NOW SHE ACTIN' OUTTA POCKET TRY'NA GRAB UP ON MY PANTS HUNDRED BITCHES IN MY TRAILER SAY THEY AIN'T GOT A MAN AND THEY ALL BROUGHT A FRIEND 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 UPON AN UZI AND SHOW UP AND THEN THERE'S SHOTTAS WHEN MY HOMIES PULL UP ON YOUR BLOCK THEY MAKE THAT THING GO GRA-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 YOUR WIFEY SAY I'M LOOKIN' LIKE A WHOLE SNACK GREEN HUNDREDS IN MY SAFE I GOT 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 UPON AN UZI AND SHOW UP AND THEN THERE'S SHOTTAS WHEN MY HOMIES PULL UP ON YOUR BLOCK THEY MAKE THAT THING GO GRA-TA-TA-TA
