i gotta get sum twinkle twinkle in here...
Let's take a trip down memory lane
You know back before everybody knew my name
Before all the jewellery the fame and the cheers
When I was just the kid with the big old ears
West Philadelphia born and raised
That's the phrase that you hear on Mondays
But lets get a little bit deeper than fact
Back when Jeff was on the scratchback
And I was on the rap
I used to buy records at this audio store
I barely had a dime when I walked out the door
I tried to get a break but they could never seem to cut me
But now I've got the money and they wanna give me stuff free
That's somethin that I'll never understand
Yo I can afford it give the break to the next man
You say I'm a star 'cause I'm large in the land
But excuse me what I do doesn't define who I am
Shaq, Denzel, Quincy Jones what's the category?
It's folks you look up to
The thousand dollar answer is up on the board
Um who is a star
(Buzzer) Sorry no score
people be flippin when they see me around
But yo don't trip just give me a pound
Step up and say hi it don't matter who you are
Come on what you all starin' for?