[Hook: Frances Lewis]
Money I gotta know, Marc my dear would you mind if I ask?
Would you think I was crazy, if I said that I wanna take a trip to the past?
I said 'OH NOOOO!' Not at all, we can do the damn thing
She gone get on down, she gone get on in my Hotbox Time Machine
She gone get on down, she gone get on in my Hotbox Time Machine
She gone get on down, she gone get on in my Hotbox Time Machine
She gone get on down....AND THE YEAR IS 1999
[Verse 1: $MARCx]
My name is Marc and I'm 6 years old
And it's some pretty girls here, as far as b**hes go
Yeah I see this girl that I like with the real big booty
But she won't talk to me because she say I got the cooties
FINE! You ain't all that anyway
And plus recess in a minute, so you ain't gotta give me play
I'm on the jungle gym, I peak beneath her dress
And I answer all the questions, so they call me teacher's pet
fu*k EM! I'm getting accustomed to the daily agenda
Selling Pokemon cards, you can pay me in Spinners
I took my sleeping mat & threw it in the garbage
Because ain't no more naps like it was in kindergarten
At lunch I bought extra and unfinished cartons
I don't really trust n***as so I keep my pencils sharpened
And now my teacher saying I can't go outside
Ain't have to worry about that back when I was 5, GOT DAMN I'm STRESSING!
[Hook]
AND THE YEAR IS 1996!
[Verse 2: $MARCx]
Picture me...ROLLING! I'm cruising through Oakland
1996 and the scene so golden
Thugs on the block shooting craps, perhaps
I know you feeling this rap, young chap, so give me dap
One face it was familiar, I was not for sure
So I rolled the window down it was 2Pac Shakur!
I said 'Wutup!' He said "Who you?" I said "The future is here"
He smiled, gave me a pound like he knew me for years
They was chilling, they had buddah and beers. I said 'Don't mind if I do!'
I'd be a fool to turn down Chronic and brew
Ain't have no bodyguards with him he got California Love
10 million records sold, on the corner with the thugs!
REAL ni**a! He said, "I can kick it with you Marc cause
You a wise brother, I can tell that you ain't starstruck"
I guess now would be a bad time to say
'Ayo Pac by the way, could you listen to my tape?'
And I hate that so many people prayed on your downfall
Chilling with Pac, I felt like one of The Outlawz!
Then he said 'DOG! Let's take a trip to Vegas
We can catch the Tyson fight, and we can all get faded!'
Well let me see if my schedule permits
Good thing I packed my best clothes for a special event
Pac laughed, not bad for a Mississippi guy
Then Suge pulled up in his 750-i
And they put me on that Hennessyyyy!! That brown-brown
On the creep like a centipedeee! Around town
So we make it to the fight, Tyson won in the 1st round
Out in the lobby it's about to go down
Seen some other dudes mugging from across the room
So we rushed them, we know the cops gone be here soon
Got a couple hits in, and then we dipped. I know we look suspicious
Run to the car, paparazzi flashing pictures! sh** just
Happened so fast, I damn near had a heart attack
And now we wondering 'where the party at?'
A hour pa**ed, heard it's jumping up at 662
Everybody gone be there, Mike Tyson coming through!
Now we headed to the club, Suge pulled up to the light
Got distracted by some hoes, a Cadillac crept up on the right
On my life! Pac I got your back to the fullest
So I'll do the future a favor: I'LL TAKE THE BULLET!
(gunshots & people screaming)
So I'll do the future a favor: I'LL TAKE THE (gunshot)
[Hook]
© $MARCx 2013