Lyrics

ROCKSTAR POOR (by Rayko/KRB)
©2007 BSM / Winking Demons Publishing (ASCAP)

hey hey hey
turn that junk up its like an old m.jackson track
no - its rayko pipes
and he's back back back
the new king of hip hop, pop, or whatever rack
you wanna place his stacks at the old school record shop
he's not FYE or sam goody mannnn
strictly on consignment for the underground fannns
did you see his myspace? i'm in his top8 friends!
yes yes, he's got the people talkin' again
now the track starts to move and the world starts to groove
one fan in japan - in germany maybe ten
got a couple of thousand in florida and
jersey - from upstate to the AC sandsss
the monster of the midway keeps growing in bounds and leaps
changin' up sounds, formulating new speech
its like blah blah blah - to most people you see
that's why i'm rockstar poor - 'cause i can barely eat
but the fans keep growing like american greed
so tonite we dine on the music industy

*COHRUS
Don't cha know Don't cha know Don't cha know
(dontcha dontcha dontcha dontcha)
*well i got no money, but i got a guitar, dun dun dun dun dun didda liddie diddaleee ahhhh-
i got a microphone, gonna be a big star - yes i got a microphone gonna be a big starrr*

so now he sits down at his laptop mannn
time to check the myspace messages and
drifts back and recalls when he only got spam
not no one ever wrote - nope - not a single fan
now his inbox is full but his stomach still growls
not a single can of food
i know its kinda foul
nothing's really changed - same broke self
writing 3rd person songs to pretend he's someone else
as the laptop screen comes in focus again
another letter from a pornstar who looks like a man
now i'm fit to be tied, and i'm burnin' with rage
it's a been a year since shady - still no adriana sage
girls are lining up to give rayko their hand
so f*** the fool who says money makes a man
i'm poor as s***, just a pen and a page
and i still gotcha girlfriend from back in the day

*CHORUS
Don't cha know Don't cha know Don't cha know
(dontcha dontcha dontcha dontcha)
*well i got no money, but i got a guitar, dun dun dun dun dun didda liddie diddaleee ahhhh-
i got a microphone, gonna be a big star- yes i got a microphone gonna be a big starrr*

who's that who's that - it's rayko it's rayko

*well i got no money, but i got a guitar, dun dun dun dun dun didda liddie diddaleee ahhhh-
i got a microphone, gonna be a big star- yes i got a microphone gonna be a big starrr*

it's rayko it's rayko it's rayko it's raykoooo

(everybody silent)

while i got your attention you should listen to me
'cause i'm bout to give ya'll a rayko recipe
see this is what i learned before i dropped outta school
to be rockstar poor - just follow 3 rules...

Rule 1 - always drink too much
(one more drink is never enough)
Rule 2 - always smoke too much
(puff puff pass - puff puff puff)
Rule 3
dont listen to a word i say
i'm not the best role model for these days
i'm livin proof of rockstar poor
playin' for pocket change outside the liquor store
homeless - always knockin on the next girl's door
if i sing you a song, could i get a place to stay?
i'll cook you breakfast... if you pay
i'll even throw in one helluva lay
she said she liked the tattoos on the side of my neck
and the hole in my face
but i can't stay in one place
babe you know i gotta go
cause i got another show
i'm exclusively committed to the rockstar trade...