Year Two Thousand (feat. John Forte) Songtext

(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster)Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)Bass: Concetta Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and ConcettaPrincess Superstar's year to make a million women and men scream and crythrough the millenniumAll up in 'em comin off like deep impact in your drawers becauseThis hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump look poorLike Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future trick super kicksYou will listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a damn minuteAdmit i,t when you were on monkey bars you thought there'd be candy bars,Marquee starsEmblazoned up with your name in itMaybe you need to shoot me into outer space cuz I don't belong hereNot in this place not in this atmosphereYou can take your Palm air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politicsAnd pay it in ducats to the Corrupt ConglomerateFuck it/ I Don't need to party like it's 1999 cuz by that time, the next day at 9:00That kid'll be working for me bright and earlyWaxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for meWhat did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?Are you where you wanna be?2G, Kick it offI was gonna be a scientist with more doughMarilyn Monroe 2 kids mansion & hi rise co condo mondoFresh pond in the backyardHigh gates and attack guardNow look on my card (what's it say?)Bitch in charge of shit at my big dick day jobI got more leg than any legacy to leaveBut I got my head, and peeps and me got plenty Hennessy to peePlease call Nasa bring my ass back to your planetSee I am something I never thought, never even dreamed I'd bePrincess SuperstarAnd at 2G When ya gonna be what you wanna beWhen ya gonna be what you really want to be?What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?Are you where you wanna be?2G, Kick it off(You'll have to ask John Forte the dope shit he kicked next.!)