foie 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