Steeve Klapton

It was all a dream <br />I used to read Word Up magazine <br />Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine <br />Hangin' pictures on my wall <br />Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl <br />I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped <br />Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock <br />Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack <br />With the hat to match <br />Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha <br />You never thought that hip hop would take it this far <br />Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight <br />Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade <br />Born sinner, the opposite of a winner <br />Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner <br />Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri <br />Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky <br />I'm blowin' up like you thought I would <br />Call the crib, same number same hood <br />It's all good