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(Verse 1) It was all a dream
Salt 'N Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic: Marley Marl
Smokin weed and bamboo,
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha duh-ha
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
I'm blowin up like you thought I would
(Verse 2) I made the change from a common thief
And I'm far from cheap,
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
Girls used to diss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter played toast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Livin' life without fear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
(Verse 3) Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
Fifty-inch screen, money green, leather sofa
Phone bill about two G's flat
And my whole crew is loungin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
And she loves to show me off, of course!
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Damn right I like the life I live
And it's all...
