Rap Star - Solomon Childs

Ha ha ha, word up, ha ha ha, yeah\nYeah, this right here, yeah yeah, this one right here\nI’ma dedicate this one to the money, ha ha ha\nAnd that’s. and that’s it, the money, the money, the money\nSince my younger days of Salt N’Pepa radio plays\nThe Daddy Kane’s and the LL Cool J’s\nThe Kid Capri’s and the Bugsi’s\nA bunch of young dudes beatboxin in the public schools\nIn mama’s eyes, we was all fools\nMichael Jackson dancin at the barbeques\nCrackheads lip-synchin New Edition on the avenues\nNana’s cigarette butts floatin in the warm Beck’s\nNo Atari, just a broken Vetrex\nSeems like yesterday, we was kickin it in my cousin’s room\nCrumbs of Corn Pops in the box, I assume\nMy fam, poverty crews\nI was nappy headed, on my arm — work them bubble gum tatoos, watchin cartoons\nE’ybody squeezin to the front of the bed\nNever fought though, «Make room for your cousins», mama always said\nMe and papi, drinkin evaporated milk, eatin cold cornbread\nArguements over cartoon shows, Growing Pains\nI was in the next room watchin Soul Train\nSince I was young, my word is bond\nI sworn if I got on, I’d make music with my mouth like BizMarkie\nPlus the +Leather+ I rock would be +Tougher Than+ Run and DMC’s\nThe goal — eat, sleep, and talk rap — to make bodies move\n'Bout the time I believed I’d marry Sheila E. after watchin Krush Groove\nMany nights went to bed, Christopher William style dreamin\nRefuse to inherit my family demon\nUncles on my mama’s side was reefer steamin\nWhile uncles on papa’s side was crack beamin\nMama always gave good advice (right)\n«Baby never mess wit a girl who ain’t 'bout a buck\nAnd if you see a white rose, then baby it’s good luck»\nAnd if it’s your hood or not, you hear shots — you better duck\nNevertheless, this is takin over boss\nMillion dollar rap floss\nSolomon Childs trenchrunners on the front of The Source (what, what, what, what?\nRight, ha ha\nYo, it’s like I’m doin this for me and, and the money\nHa ha ha ha ha, you know what I’m talkin 'bout?\nI mean, I don’t know it’s, you know I mean — Sabrina, where you at?\nNahmean? Ha ha ha ha ha\nWhere you at? Yo, yo J.R. baby, keep spinnin them man