Born Into the 90's (Remix)

[Intro]

Man, what does it take for a brotha to make it around here nowadays?

[Verse 1]

Stop the presses, let me introduce the newcomer

That's guaranteed to leave you speechless

Peep this, way back in the days

When I was waiting for my turn to get on stage and get paid

I've done a lot of high school shows and turned crowds out

Fellas yellin', "Ho!" while the ladies scream my name out

I'll tell you that it wasn't enough, 'cause

Kickin' it with my music every day was my first love

And as the time went on like the break of dawn

I got strong and now my word is bond

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' the funky track because I'm born into the '90s

[Chorus]

In the '90s (Make it feel good, come on, make it feel good, yeah)

He must be a star, he must be a star (I'm born into the '90s)

In the '90s (Make it feel good, come on, yeah, make it feel good)

He must be a star (Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah, that was funky)

He must be a star (Let me get a little bit of this second verse)

[Verse 2]

I took my tape door to door, trying to get a contract

But they be like, "Man, we ain't tryna hear that"

Boy, I tell ya it ain't easy being cheesy

When you're dealing with the industry, you get faded, G

Unless you know somebody that knows somebody that knows somebody

Him or her that knows somebody

And then they want front like straight

"Oh, you know my cousin from A&R, Santa Fe?"

Well, I be like, "Yeah", and they be like "Swell

Can we have all your publishing?", and I say, "Go to hell"

I'm not selling myself to be sold out

So I just hold out until I get the right clout

Some spreading rumors saying R. Kelly's trippin'

But I'm not, I'm vacationing in the '90s

[Chorus]

In the '90s (Make it feel good, come on, make it feel good)

He must be a star, he must be a star (I'm born into the '90s)

In the '90s (Make it feel good, come on, yeah, make it feel good)

He must be a star (Make it feel good)

He must be a star (Anybody know what time it is?)

[Verse 3]

Yo, I feel it's time to get mine, rise and shine

Instead of falling to the back of the line

So, fee-fi-fo-fum, here I come to get some

While others bite their tongue

In and out of contracts with scum buckets

Makes me almost wanna say… (Blah, blah, blah)

But the R. is cool and will remain the same

As I collect my fame and fear no pain

Yeah, it couldn't have 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 in the '90s

This track goes out to the public

Like Bartles & Jaymes would say, "Thanks for your support"

In the '90s

[Chorus]

In the '90s (Make it feel good, come on, make it feel good)

He must be a star, he must be a star (I'm born into the '90s)

In the '90s (Make it feel good, come on, yeah, make it feel good)

He must be a star (Make it feel good, baby)

He must be a star (yo, check this out)

[Verse 4]

I Used To Sit and Watch The Grammys

Watching of the others get paid while i was treated like a whammy

Ask Bartles & Jaymes to Play The demo

Hey, yo yo yo yo what's Up DJ man, how you like the flow?

And so they say it's cool R. and let me tell you something real

It doesn't matter if you don't have a record deal

That's when i rise up and got myself together see

P.A.'s Behind Me and now I'm born into the '90s

[Outro over Chorus]

Yeah, I'd also like to say peace to my man Barry Hankerson and the Midwest Group

I'd like to say what's up to the Big L…

I'd also like to send this one out to my boy … I call him Pillsbury, what up

Sending this out to my boy Demetrius, who we call Scarface from around the way, peace

Also like to say what's up to my man Al Cobra, a smooth Casanova, what's up, daddy

Let me see who else I could smack with the peace sign

I'd like to send this one out to the man that's holding down all the cheese

My DJ, what's up, M-O-U-S-E, yeah

I'd like to say what's up to a stupid duet

My man Mike engineering and my boy Byrd programming

And ain't no vicking no vibes, you know what I'm sayin'

Also like to send this out to two of my homegirls back at home in Chi-town

That we call the bossy twins, Samala and Elaine, what's up

Yo, check this out

I'd also like to send this one out to my loved one, my niece

What's up, baby, peace

I also wanna send this out and say peace

To my mom and thanks for having me, I love you

Yo, one more big person that made all of this possible

I'd like send this one up to the Big Man, and that's God

For making everything what it is, peace…