BORN INTO THE 90'S

Man, what does it take for a brother To make it around here nowadays Stop the presses Let me introduce The newcomer That's guaranteed to leave you speechless Peak this Way back in the days When I was waiting For my turn to get on stage and get paid I'd done a lot of high school shows And turned crows out Fellas yellin' Ho! While the ladies scream my name out I tell you that it wasn't enough cause Kickin' it with my music everyday was My first love And as the time went on like the break of dawn I got strong And now my word is born Some didn't think I had it in me And when I said I wanted to become a star They laughed at me Well the summer is here And here I am, see Kickin' a funky track Cause I'm born into the 90's In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star Wait a minute Wait a minute That was funky But let me get a little bit of this second verse I took my tape door to door Trying to get a contract But they be like “Man we ain't trying to hear that” Boy, I tell you it ain't easy Being cheesy When you're dealing with the industry You get faded, Gee Unless you know somebody That knows somebody That knows somebody Him or her that knows somebody And then they want to front like straight Oh you know my cousin from A&R Well I be like “Yeah” And he be like “Swell” Can we have all your publishing And I say “Go to hell” I'm not sellling myself to be sold out So I just hold out Until I get the right clout Some spreading rumors saying R. Kelly's trippn' But I'm not I'm vacationing in the 90's In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star Anybody know what time it is Yo, I feel it's time to get mine Rise and shine Instead of falling to the back of the line So fe fi fo fom Here I come To get some While others bite their tongue In and out of contracts with scumbuckets Makes me almost want to say blah, blah, blah But the R. is coolin' Will remain the same As I collect my fame And feel no pain Yeah, it couldn't of happened at a better time A nice beat, strong sample and a funky rhyme And ever since I hooked up with the Midwest I've been proper poppin' like “Orville Redenbacher” Ah yeah In the 90's This track goes out to the public Like “Bartles & Jaymes” would say “Thanks for your support” In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star I would also like to say Peace to my man Barry Hankerson And Midwest Group I'd like to say what's up to the Big L with A hood on it I'd also like to send this one out to my boy Toury I call him “Pillsbury” What up Sending this one out to my boy Demetrius Who we call Scarface From around the way Peace I'd also like to say what's up to my man Alcova A smooth Cassanova What's up daddy Let's see who else I can smack with the peace sign In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star In the 90's Make you feel good, come on You must be a star You must be a star… I'd like to send this one out to the man holding Down all the cheese My DJ What's up M O U S E I'd like to say what's up to a stupid duet My man Mike, engineering And my boy, Byrd, programming Ain't vicking no vibes You know what I'm sayin' I'd also like to send this out to two of my Homegirls back home in Chi-town That we call the Bobbsey Twins Samata and Elaine What's up Yo check this out I'd also like to send this out to my loved one Leonice What's up baby, peace I'd also like to send this out and say peace To my mom Thanks for having me I love you One more big person that made all this possible I'd like to send this one up to the big man And that's God For making everything what it is Peace See ya…