Lights, sta-sta-stamina, actionnI'm a rock star, check the crowd reactionnI'm like, lights, sta-sta-stamina, actionnI'm a rock star, check the crowd reactionnnI'm like: [Chorus] Hey, you's a rock star babynUp in the buildin makin the club go crazynHey, you's a rock star babynThrowin ass like that you must be a rock star babynn[Ludacris]nImma strum your body, your body like a guitar stringnStuntin in Roberto Cavalli, mami, wit the dime framenHotter than tomales, ya probably should be my wild thingnTell them other chicks mind they own business and let us do our thingnI gots to open you, open, strokin, now you're soakin wetnAn' I'm not from Texas, but I hold em, rope em, and I yoke they necknYou gon make a playa choosenShow me what that thang'll donClass is in session, let me sh-show you a thang or 2nI'll strip ya, I'll strip ya down to your bare minimumsnAnd I'll, I'll lick ya, I'll lick ya down, you takste like cinnamonnAnd I'll grab a lil bit of that whipped creamnThen I'll put her on her back, get meannThen I'll get her in the matrix, gotta like lace itnBasically make her scream, at the top of her lungsnGive her shortness of breathnHow many times can you cum before I poke you to deathnSomeone call in the refnLudacris is tired of playinnIn the middle of the stage with an ass like that you got everybody sayinnn[Chorus]nHey, you's a rock star babynUp in the buildin makin the club go crazynHey, you's a rock star babynThrowin ass like that you must be a rock star babynn[R. Kelly]nHey, I'm a rock star babynFuckin with this weed and patrone got me hazynHey, I'm a rock star babynSo put em up if you's a rock star babynnGirl your booty's so swole, how you get them jeans around it?nGirl your booty's so swole, why you think I'm singin bout it?nHit it hard from the back, then I got to sleep and dream about itnIt's like that ass is crack the way you got me fiendin bout itnI'm tellin you now the way we fuck gon lead to childbirthnAnd rockin to this guitar's bout to have me crowd surfinnKells'll put on a show up until the closed curtainsnThen right after the show, backstage ass hurtinnCall me Scotty, cause girl I'm bout to beam upnWant to getcha, getcha comin up out the D cupsnStrokin me hard, strokin me hard, why you got your legs up?nMakin ya sound, makin ya sound like you got the hiccupsnKnow what you want, cause I'm bout to give what you neednUp in my room you screamin Hercules! Hercules!nMan, get Kells and Luda on a track a hit is guaranteednEverybody on they feet, this is what y'all shirts should read:nnHey, you's a rock star babynUp in the buildin makin the club go crazynHey, you's a rock star babynThrowin ass like that you must be a rock star babynSay, I'm a rock star, baby nFuckin with this weed and patrone got me hazynHey, I'm a rock star babynSo put em up if you's a rock star babynn[R. Kelly & Kid Rock]nI got my drink in my cupnI got my hands in the airnI'm bout to set this bitch off, like I'm a rock star, babynnWe outta this clubnBout to hit the afterpartynAll the ladies comin wit me, cause I'm a rock star, babynnSo put your hands up (so put your hands up)nEverybody in the buildinnCome on, dance wit me if you's a rock starnnHey, you's a rock star babynUp in the buildin makin the club go crazynHey, you's a rock star babynThrowin ass like that you must be a rock star babynSay, I'm a rock star, babynFuckin with this weed and patrone got me hazynHey, I'm a rock star babynSo put em up if you's a rock star babynnLights, sta-sta-stamina, actionnI'm a rock star, check the crowd reactionnI'm like, lights, sta-sta-stamina, actionnI'm a rock star, check the crowd reaction