[Featuring Chantay Savage]
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[Common]
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Yeah, yeah, what, yeah
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Reminding me of Sef, what?
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Fat fat thick booty, what?
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You say jack that big booty, yo
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He say OOH OH
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I heard the boy he said OOH OH
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The party people he said OOH OH
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Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo
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Check it, check it
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Driftin on a memory, brought forth
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from a fifth of Hennesey, as in times
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of eighty-nine they envision me
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Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
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Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
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Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct
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High school I came out it
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Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted
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Go to Great America, me and my lady rock the same outfit
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My niggaz be fuckin girls that she hang out with
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Round then Guy came out with, 'Piece of My Love'
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Arguin over if he said, "Dumb bitch"
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Everyday the same old with rainbow, watchin the sun twist
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Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk shit
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Afterparties in Wendy's parkin lot, unfamiliar faces got marked a lot
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Showin off for hoes in bricks and rows had us charged to box
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That demo sorta stopped once A.C. got popped
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Chorus: Chantay Savage
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It's remind-ing... mmm whooahhh yeahhh
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It's remind-ing... heyyeahhahh, uh-huh
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[Common]
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Check it
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Before these minds got ahold to some drugs
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and start thinkin they thugs
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We'd be at the Bismarck, and the Racquetball club
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Plugged with Gucci promotion so we got in free
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Against the wall me and my guys formed a colony, Ron'll be beatin
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Saved my day, dancin on speakers
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Flames snatched I was born this way
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87th Street and Hyde Park was warrin
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Over gossip, Kenwood bras was pourin
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Suited in three-quarter Jordans, pro-models
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and started coach out the back of Beauty Shop Sevalas
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Buy the dope, put my name in they verse, EPMD
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I would quote, stolen leathers I'd sell, like a child of broke
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behind the beat, I took my first shot of Henny
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It hit me in the chest like when them marks shot Benji
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Shame on the girl that left her Fendi around crew
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I'da go through it or, take it, we was bound to
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Travellin like Vice Lords, down to the taste
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Not wantin to bring my lady around crew cause they would snake
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House parties was the lick, behind bars we'd come up
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at em' I did the Hooper dance with my thumbs up
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Chorus
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[Common]
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There go the break
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To get the break go, it go OOH OH
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Yeah, it go OOH OH
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You heard the people they go oh oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
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Yo, check it, check it
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Nowadays niggaz is fake, like that party at McCormick Place
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I don't draw with em, cause they was born to trace
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At times I contemplate movin to a warmer place
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Then the Lake and skyline, give me a warm embrace
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remindin me of the pointed parties Moe used to mace
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Six deep in the Hyundai bumpin Twilight Tone tapes
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Come home late callin broads hang up on they mother
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If it wasn't nowhere to scrap at then we would fight each other
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Get a room at the Dunes havin bakeouts
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We'd eat, at Giadonno's and break out
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Then everybody thought that they could spend
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High rollers had the MCM blazer blend
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Girbauds and Guess jeans we was takin in
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Cranes and freight trains we was breakin in
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Tim a be basin Mike down at I.I.T.
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Rememberin numbers depended on how high I'd be
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It's a Deja-Brew, when I see bottles of Gill
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My man Sef passed I feel hollow but still
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Chorus
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Reminding Me
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| Common |
