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Once upon a time, Brooklyn was the scene |
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In the project that they called Fort Greene |
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There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name |
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To make it interesting it's me, Dana Dane |
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I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad |
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And two step-brothers who treated me bad |
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I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors |
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And I was like an errand boy runnin' to the stores |
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My brothers, they used to boast and brag: |
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'We've got fresh gear and you've got rags!' |
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Even worse than that, to make me feel low |
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They gave me a straw hat, while they had Kangols |
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Girls used to say, 'Dane, you're so cute |
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But you gets no rap with them polyester suits' |
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Well, one day, up the avenue |
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There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew |
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He said, 'Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all! |
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The princess is having a royal ball |
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If you can rap, also dress fresh |
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You might win a date with the sweet princess' |
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Well I, um, ran home when I heard the newsflash |
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I bust through the door, straight to my step-dad |
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I said 'Step-dad, may I?' |
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And before I could finish, 'Hell no!', he replied |
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My brothers were goin', they were geared down |
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Even Pops was goin' for a piece of the crown |
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They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I wanted |
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'We can and you can't' is what they taunted |
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They all stood there laughing in my face |
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And as they walked out they said, 'Clean up this place!' |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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Well I shrugged, I hissed, 'They're all tryna diss |
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I'd get them back if I had one wish' |
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Before I could make my thought a phrase |
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There appeared a man from a puff of haze |
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He said, 'What's up, Dane? My name is Hurb |
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I'm your fairy godfather, you know it, word! |
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Now I've came here with the main purpose |
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Of granting you your fondest wish' |
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I said, 'Hurb, my man, just make me fresh |
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And I'm sure that I can handle all the rest' |
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With a snap of his fingers sparks began to shoot |
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And I was tough and on my body: a slick silk suit |
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On my feet there was argyle socks |
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And a fresh pair of Ballys from the Bally shop |
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I showed him my hat and don't you know |
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With a snap the hat became a Kangol |
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Once again his hands began to flow |
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Then he changed my skateboard into a Volvo |
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He checked me over, passed me the keys |
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And said, 'One more thing before you leave... |
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You must return before the stroke of twelve |
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Or you'll turn back into your old self' |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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I jumped in the Volvo, went on my way |
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I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say |
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It was after eleven when I rocked the mic |
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And by the time I left the stage the people were hyped |
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The princess was staring in disbelief |
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Reflected from her eyes were my gold teeth |
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She waved her hands like 'Hello! Hi!' |
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Then gave another gesture like 'Come here, guy' |
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I left the stage, girls came in flocks |
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Fists were swingin' from the hard rocks |
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I heard a sound, not a tick nor tock |
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Gong! First bell before twelve o'clock |
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No time to waste, I broke out in haste |
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The princess followed in a futile chase |
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A quick steady pace is what I kept |
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Lost one of my Ballys on one of those steps |
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For the Volvo I continued my stride |
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About this time I heard gong five |
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I was down the block when I heard gong eight |
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And the princess scream out, 'Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!' |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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I was almost home when my luck ran out |
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And there went my suit, my Kangol and clothes |
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My fresh Volvo also went too |
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And there was no denyin' that my night was through |
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The one Bally shoe the freshest thing I sported |
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Jumped on my board, for home I skateboarded |
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Made it to my pad, no time at all |
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Went to my room, or better yet the far wall |
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Hid the shoe away still feelin' pleased |
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Then jumped in my cot to catch some Z's |
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Early the next morning when I awoke |
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I threw on me old slippers and me old housecoat |
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Went into the front, my family stared at me |
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Sayin' 'Wasn't that you?! Nah, it couldn't be' |
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They kept askin' me as I did my chores |
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My butt was saved by a knock on the door |
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'Who is it?', that's what my brothers barked |
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'The princess', this sweet voice remarked |
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She said she was lookin' for a certain man |
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Who could bring her the shoe like the one in her hand |
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The family ran around with their heads in the air |
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Bringin' on shoes from everywhere |
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She just shook her head, a nod of relief |
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Sayin' 'No, that's not the one that I'm lookin' for, chief' |
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I ran in the room and got my shoe |
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And said, 'Is this the one you're referring to?' |
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Well she said, 'Yes, and you're so cute |
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But where's your Kangol and slick silk suit?' |
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I put on the shoe, there came a flash of light |
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And I was tough in the gear from just last night |
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Looked out the window, saw the Volvo |
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Said to my family, 'I've got to go' |
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We drove up the avenue, the princess and I |
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And in back of me I heard my family cry... |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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But I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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(Cinderfella Dana Dane!) |
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Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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(Cinderfella!) |
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Yes, I'm the rapper Dana Dane with fame |
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(Cinderfella!) |
