Intro:
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(I reminisce, I reminisce) x3
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I reminisce, I reminisce
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Uh! (I reminisce, I reminisce)
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Yeah (I reminisce, I reminisce)
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(I reminisce, I reminisce)
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(I reminisce, I reminisce)
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Verse One:
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[CL]
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I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
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22 years ago to keep it on track
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The birth of a child on the 8th of October
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A toast but my granddaddy came sober
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Countin all the fingers and the toes
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Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
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18 years younger than my mama
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But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama
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In single parenthood there I stood
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By the time she was 21, had another one
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This one's a girl, let's name her Pam
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Same father as the first but you don't give a damn
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Irresponsible, plain not thinking
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Papa said chill but the brother keep winking
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Still he won't down you or tear out your hide
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On your side while the baby maker slide
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But mama got wise to the game
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The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
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After 10 years without no spouse
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Momma's gettin married in the house
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Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
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Mother Queen's risin a chapter
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Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do
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When they reminisce over you, my God
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[Pete Rock]
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My God
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It's so...
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Yeah, so lovely
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That's how we like to do it in the 90's
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Pete Rock & CL Smooth comin' atcha...
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Verse Two:
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[CL]
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When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
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My right hand Poppa Doc I see
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Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
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When my biological didn't bother
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Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
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Not a bad ticker but I'm clocking pop's liver
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But you can never say that his life is through
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5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too
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Here we go while I check the scene
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With the Portugese lover at the age of 14
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The same age, front page, no fuss
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But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us
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Never been senile, that's where you're wrong
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But give the man a taste and he's gone
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Noddin off, sleep to a jazz tune
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I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
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I get the pillow and hope I don't wake him
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For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
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Telling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking over
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I said pop maybe when you're older
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We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
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My old man standing yelling good God, almighty
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Use your condom, take sips of the brew
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When they reminisce over you, for real
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[Pete Rock]
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For real, baby
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Like that
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We for real
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Comin' atcha...
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In '92
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Pete Rock & CL Smooth
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Yeah, c'mon, hit me!
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Verse Three:
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[CL]
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I reminisce so you never forget this
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The days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitness
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Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
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Listen close as I prove my point
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T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet?
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In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street
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But only you saw what took many time to see
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I dedicate this to you for believing in me
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Rain or shine, yes in any weather
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My grandmom Pam holds the family together
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My Uncle Doc's the greatest better yet the latest
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If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest
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I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
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And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce
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So Pete Rock hit me, nuff respect due
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When they reminisce over you, listen
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[Pete Rock]
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Listen, just listen
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To the funky song as I rock on
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And that's word is bond
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I'm not playin
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Everybody, just coolin
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This song we dedicate
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To the one and only
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Never be another
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he was my brother
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Trouble T-Roy
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It's like that y'all
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And you don't stop
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Pete Rock and CL Smooth for '92
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And we out, later
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They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y)
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| Pete Rock and CL Smooth |
