It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanging pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smoking weed on Bambu, sipping on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rapping Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm 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 For dinner I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowing up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood It's all good, uh And if you don't know, now you know, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
