Year Two Thousand-Princess Superstar

(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Concetta Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Princess Superstar＇s year to make a million women and men scream and cry Through the millennium All up in ＇em comin off like deep impact in your drawers because This hootchie mommy＇s booty makes Donald Trump look poor Like Dionne Warwick I＇ll predict your future trick super kicks You will listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a damn minute Admit it, when you were on monkey bars you thought there＇d be candy bars, Marquee stars Emblazoned up with your name in it Maybe you need to shoot me into outer space cuz I don＇t belong here Not in this place not in this atmosphere You can take your Palm air Range Rover b**ch Plastic tit politics And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt Conglomerate F**k it/ I Don＇t need to party like it＇s 1999 cuz by that time, the next day at 9:00 That kid＇ll be working for me bright and early Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me What did you dream, what did you dream you＇d be? Are you where you wanna be? 2G, Kick it off I was gonna be a scientist with more dough Marilyn Monroe 2 kids mansion & hi rise co condo mondo Fresh pond in the backyard High gates and attack guard Now look on my card (what＇s it say?) B**ch in charge of sh*t at my big dick day job I got more leg than any legacy to leave But I got my head, and peeps and me got plenty Hennessy to pee Please call Nasa bring my a** back to your planet See I am something I never thought, never even dreamed I＇d be Princess Superstar And at 2G When ya gonna be what you wanna be When 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 d**e sh*t he kicked next.!)