Hip Hop Gave Me Dreams.
Hip Hop gave me dreams. Grunge couldn’t. That’s why I was def more rap. Dreams.
Thanx and <3 to Christopher Wallace, aka Notorious B.I.G. Biggie’s “Juicy” has kept me moving up since I was little. That song always makes me cry. On the realz.
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’ weed 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/ 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
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You know very well who you are/ Don’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars/ You had a goal, but not that many/ cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty
