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Obama Raps “Juicy” by Biggie Smalls
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FlyingKitty
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This album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothing To all the people that lived above the buildings, that I was hustlin' in front Called the police on me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter And all the n***as in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? It's all good baby, baby It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanging pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, 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, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, n***a 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 I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moët and Alizé keep me p*ssy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Obama speak Living life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good And if you don't know, now you know, n***a 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 Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebrating every day, no more public housing Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all... It's all good And if you dongt know, now you know, n***a 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 Representin' B-Town in the house Junior Mafia, mad flavor It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars
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