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