1991 (MCMXCI) was a common year starting on Tuesday (link will display full calendar) of the Gregorian calendar in the 20th century. It was the second year of the 1990s, and is usually considered the final year of the Cold War that had begun in the late 1940s. During the year, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics collapsed into fifteen sovereign republics. A U.N.-authorized coalition force from thirty-four nations fought against Iraq, which had invaded Kuwait in the previous year, 1990. The conflict would be called the Gulf War. The year 1991 was the 1991st year of Anno Domini, the 991st year of the 2nd millennium, the 91st year of the 20th century and 2nd in the 1990s.
Martin Fitzgerald Lawrence (born April 16, 1965) is an actor, film director, film producer, screenwriter, and stand up comedian. He came to fame during the 1990s, establishing a Hollywood career as a leading actor, most notably the films Bad Boys, Blue Streak, and Big Momma's House. Lawrence has acted in numerous film roles and starred in his own television series, Martin, which ran from 1992 to 1997.
Lawrence was born in Frankfurt am Main, Hesse in Germany on April 16, 1965, to American parents. He was given his first name after civil rights leader Martin Luther King, Jr. and his middle name after US President John F. Kennedy. His father, John Lawrence, served in the US Military. After his parents divorced when he was eight, Lawrence rarely saw his father, who worked as a police officer at the time. His mother, Chlora (née Bailey), began working several jobs to support her family. During his teen years, Lawrence excelled at boxing. He lived in Maryland, and attended Thomas G. Pullen School of Creative and Performing Arts (Landover, Maryland), Fairmont Heights High School (Fairmount Heights, Maryland), Eleanor Roosevelt High School, and also Friendly High School in Fort Washington, Maryland, becoming a Mid-Atlantic Golden Gloves boxing contender.
Oh, là là là, flirting with a cool french dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant
Ce soir with your bitch, café au lait?
Voulez-vous nigga mad francois
Who are you nigga, hahaha
Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
Young noobie, young coochy tight
Young juicy, young Uzi-mic
Rata-tat-tat-tat nick-nack pitty-pat-pat-pat
Silly cat, you know how that scratch?
How you do that, do that, do do that that that?
1991 my time has come
Oh, nah nah Ma, your time is done
Primadonna mama, like a virgin
Private jets, my flights, no fly Virgin
I sell you, you buy, that's my version
Mommy tie these rhymes it's my verses
Oh me, Oh my, you will not persist
Pyramid, one eye, all my assets
Here it is, off top, peep my progress
Here it is, off top, peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is off top
He took her to the Louvre in Paris
You want a chance with a youngin, wanna ruin the weave
And get the grams and the hundreds
And the shoe with the "blead?"
And fit the grams and the hundreds
Send the Lou to the V
High class, no school, the tuition is free
Lil Bam(bi) no fool
And tuition is G
Gimme the gem or the jewels
I'll commission a fee
I make hits, motherfucker
Never do it for free, ha!
Young tender from the NYC
No contender
None in my league
Young kill-em-in-the-denims
Young venom on the M-I-C
Young villain and
Developing the heat that's sick
Elite rap bitch, I gotta send that beat back quick
Tip-tippin on these niggas, suck a T.I. dick
Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga
I'mma be that bitch, what?
Juste believe that shit
You gonna be a bitch nigga
I'mma be that bitch!
Believe that shit
Believe that shit
Nigga ima be that bitch
(What?)
[Verse 2]
Come around, come around
Let the litte bambi
Run it down, run it down
With a sip of bailey's
Sip of champy on the alls
1991 be pressing up your doubt
Sex kitten honeys, no cougars in the house
Imma hush the rumors and the doubt
Came in the game with a beat and a bounce
Never for the fame, my feet on the ground
Cloud number 9, headed to the stars
Baby I ride with my mic and my bra
Baby I recite in the raw the appetite for life and the hunger for the more
The island of Manhattan, I was Born in New York, city never slumbers
I would always dream it never sleep to the hundreds
Coco with the cream and abundance
Million dollar baby you can get it if you want it, what?
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don't speak, boy you know you won't see none
Let me know what a man man man man want
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don't speak, boy you know you won't none
Let me know what a man man man man want
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don't speak, boy you know you won't see none
Let me know what a man man man man want
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don't speak, boy you know you won't none
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a- a- Ahh oh
Ahh oh
a- a- Ahh oh
Don`t
Ahh oh
a- a- Ahh oh - never life life
Don`t
Ahh oh
a- a- Ahh oh - never life life
Don`t
a- a- Ahh oh - never life life
Don`t
Where do you think you go?
looking for the right thing
Relax your mind with bombs
ready for the future rain
Don`t
you have a ready Gun
massive for a nuke bang
hmm
saying the only word
i love
you can´t give a giant
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
oh o o
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
oh o o
and you are good to go
looking for the right time
hmm
to leave your fading pound
a shadow of your forgotten crime
you have a ready bomb
somthing give a leed thing
you send a brand new world
he knows raising on a feet
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
oh o o
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
oh o o
Ahh oh
a- a- Ahh oh
your alive -live
Ahh oh
a- a- Ahh oh
your alive -live
Ahh oh
a- a- Ahh oh
your alive -live
Ahh oh
a- a- Ahh oh
your alive -live
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
Don`t
look behind
your life
will never never be the same again
don´t belive it
This song goes out to all the money men
He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long, Cuban cigars
He don't know how to play guitar
And he can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star
We play music, got families to feed
Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read
If we get a dollar you know he gets three
It ain't hard to figure out, it's as simple as can be
Don't ask me, ask the money man
These boys are livin' in a fantasy land
I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man
I'll be long gone before they understand
My promises are strong like a road made out of sand
I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van
Don't ask me, ask the money man
You boys are livin' in fantasy land
You signed the dotted line, I'm takin' all I can
Your money's lookin' good in my retirement plan
That's just the way it is when you're playin' in a band
That's my money man, down on his knees
He ain't prayin' but he damn sure ought to be
He's at a place where money doesn't grow on trees
And all his prison buddies doin' more than shoot the breeze
How does it feel no money man, not too good
What did you do with my money man
Well I a, well a you know a
How does it feel to be a honey man
Are you sure that you're still a man
Aw you're dressed up like a little girl
Just shootin' the breeze, down on your knees
Money man, oh money man