It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine SaltnPepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock til my tape popped Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky Im blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood Its all good
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 01:17:07 +0000