It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa 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' ***** 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 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 Starsky
I'm blowin' 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 *****, uh