![]() Now honeys play me close like butter play toastįrom the Mississippi down to the East Coast I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff ![]() Now they write letters 'cause they miss me To up close and personal with Robin Leach Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinnerĪnd if you don't know, now you know, nigga Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineĮvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front ofĬalled the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) ![]() To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' (Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
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