Solomon Childs - Rap Star lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs *singing a capella*] If I could (yeah), I'd like to be (huh), a great big rap star (yeah) B Q B N F D R (yeah) Hear my music bumpin' in your car (aight, that sh** would be proper) Mad money, and j**elery (yeah), a big new fancy car (ha ha ha) I'd do it all if I could be a rap star like you (get money baby) {*beat kicks in*} [Break: Solomon Childs] Ha ha ha, word up, ha ha ha, yeah Yeah, this right here, yeah yeah, this one right here I'ma dedicate this one to the money, ha ha ha And that's.. and that's it, the money, the money, the money [Solomon Childs] Since my younger days of Salt N' Pepa radio plays The Daddy Kane's and the LL Cool J's The Kid Capri's and the Bugsi's A bunch of young dudes beatboxin in the public schools In mama's eyes, we was all fools Michael Jackson dancin at the barbeques Crackheads lip-synchin New Edition on the avenues Nana's cigarette bu*ts floatin in the warm Beck's No Atari, just a broken Vetrex Seems like yesterday, we was kickin it in my cousin's room Crumbs of Corn Pops in the box, I a**ume My fam, poverty crews I was nappy headed, on my arm - work them bubble gum tatoos, watchin cartoons E'ybody squeezin to the front of the bed Never fought though, "Make room for your cousins", mama always said Me and papi, drinkin evaporated milk, eatin cold cornbread Arguements over cartoon shows, Growing Pains I was in the next room watchin Soul Train Since I was young, my word is bond I sworn if I got on, I'd make music with my mouth like BizMarkie Plus the +Leather+ I rock would be +Tougher Than+ Run and DMC's The goal - eat, sleep, and talk rap - to make bodies move 'Bout the time I believed I'd marry Sheila E. after watchin Krush Groove Many nights went to bed, Christopher William style dreamin Refuse to inherit my family demon Uncles on my mama's side was reefer steamin While uncles on papa's side was crack beamin Mama always gave good advice (right) "Baby never mess wit a girl who ain't 'bout a buck And if you see a white rose, then baby it's good luck" And if it's your hood or not, you hear shots - you better duck Nevertheless, this is takin over boss Million dollar rap floss Solomon Childs trenchrunners on the front of The Source (what, what, what, what?) [Outro: Solomon Childs] Right, ha ha Yo, it's like I'm doin this for me and, and the money Ha ha ha ha ha, you know what I'm talkin 'bout? I mean, I don't know it's, you know I mean - Sabrina, where you at? Nahmean? Ha ha ha ha ha Where you at? Yo, yo J.R. baby, keep spinnin them man