Party Like a Rock Star Remix - Shop Boyz

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Totally, dude!

Party like a rock…

Party like a rock star

Party like a rock…

Party like a rock star

Party like a rock…

Party like a rock star

Party like a rock star

Totally, dude!

I’m on a money makin' mission

But I party like a rock star

I’m flyin' down twenty, lookin' good in my hot car

You know them hoes be at my show

Worried 'bout where my chain go

I’m tryin' to rubba hold my pants

But these hoes won’t let my thang go

I do it like I do it

'Cause you know them hoes be tryin' us

Ho, don’t you know I fuck wit' fine diamonds

That look like Pamela

They fine and they hot, brah

When I’m in the spot, brah

I party like a rock star!

Party like a rock star

Do it wit' the black and the white like a cop car

Me and my band, man, on the yacht with Marylin Manson, gettin' a tan, man

You know me, wit' a skull belt and wallet chain

Shop Boyz, rocks stars, yeah, we 'bout to change the game, change the game?

uh oh

They know that I’m a star;

I make it rain from the center of my guitar

As soon I came out the womb my mama knew a star was born

Now I’m on the golf course trippin' wit' The Osbournes

I seen the show with Travis Barker: «Rockstar Mentality»

I’m jumpin' in the crowd just to see if they would carry me

And white bitches wanna marry me;

they see me, they just might panic

My ice make 'em go down quick, like the Titanic

Yeah, I’m wit' Da Shop Boyz;

you know what we do

I’m surfin', screamin' «Kowabunga!»

Totally, dude!

Totally, dude!