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- From: mjohnson@terapin.com (Mike Johnson)
- Newsgroups: alt.rap
- Subject: Re: Lyrics: Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth: They reminisce over you.
- Message-ID: <mjohnson.0uwe@terapin.com>
- Date: 23 Jul 92 07:17:22 GMT
- References: <fP#zo6y@quack.sac.ca.us>
- Organization: BBS
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- In article <fP#zo6y@quack.sac.ca.us>, pharvey@quack.sac.ca.us (Paul Harvey)
- writes:
- >I reminisce, I reminisce, -ugh!
- >I reminisce for a spell or shall I say think back
- >twenty years ago to keep it on track
- >the birth of a child on the eight of October
- >a toast, but my grand daddy came sober
- >count all the fingers and the toes
- >now I suppose you hope the little Black boy grows, huh?
- >eighteen years younger than my mama
- >but I really got ins with the girl of trauma
-
- * But i rarely got beatings cuz the girl loved drama.*
-
- >in single parent hood, there I stood
- >by the time she was twenty-one, had another one
- >this one's a girl, lets name her Pam
- >same father as the first but you don't give a damn
- >irresponsible, plain not thinkin'
- >papa said chill, but the brother keep blinkin'
-
- *papa said chill but the brother keeps winkin'*
-
- >still he won't down you or tear out you hide
- >on your side while the baby maker slide
- >but mama got wise to the game
- >the youngest of five kids, hon here it is
- >after ten years without no spouse
- >mamas gettin' married in the house
-
- *mammas gettin married and a house.*
-
- >listen, positive over negative, call the woman a master
- >mother queens rise in the chapter
- >deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do
- >when they reminisce over you, my God!
- >
- >when I think back and recall the man of the family tree
- >my right hand pappa Doc I see
- >took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
- >when my biological didn't bother
- >taking care of this, so who am I to finger
- >not a bad tinker, but I'm clocking pop's liver
-
- *takin care of this, so who am i to bicker
- not a bad figure but im clockin pops liver,*
- >but you can never say that his life is through
- >five kids at twenty-one, believe he got a right to
- >here we go, while I check the scene
- >with the Portuguese lover at the age of fourteen
- >the same age, front page no fuss
- >but I bet you all they know they live longer that us
- >never been senile, that's where you're wrong
- >but give the man a taste and he's gone
- >noding off sleep to a jazz tune
- >I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
- >I get the pillow and hope I don't wake-um
- >for this man to cuss hear it all in verbatum
- >telling me how to raise my boy unless he's takin' over
- >I said pop, maybe when you're older
- >you laughed all night about the hookers at the party
- >my old man standing yelling good God almighty
- >use your condom, take sips of the booze
- >when they reminisce over you, for real!
- >
- >I reminisce so you never forget this
- >the days of way back, so many bear witness, the fitness
- >take the first letter out of each word in this joint
- >listen close as I prove my point
- >T to the R or O Y, how you doin' -ah?
-
- *...how did you and i meet,*
- >meet in the front of big Lou's fighting in the street
- >but only you say what took many time to see
- >I dedicate this to you for believing in me
- >rain or shine, yes in any weather
- >my grandma Pam holds the family together
- >my uncle Doc's the greatest, better yet the latest
- >if we're talking about a car uncle Sterling got the latest
- >I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
- >and run my own business like my aunt Joyce
- >so Pete Rock hit me, 'nuff respect due
- >when they reminisce over you, listen!
- >
- >listen, just listen
- >to the funky song
- >as I rock on
- >and that's where it's born
- >to the one and only
- >ever meet another
-
- pretty good job butt listen to it closer...yes folks i did memorize the song in
- a couple weeks time...hahaha...maybe i should post the lyrics to something?
- *and thats WORD is born,
- there will never be another,
-
- >he was my brother
- >Trouble T. Roy
- >it's like that y'all
- >and it don't stop
- >
-