From: mjohnson@terapin.com (Mike Johnson)
Newsgroups: alt.rap
Subject: Re: Lyrics: Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth: They reminisce over you.
Date: 23 Jul 92 07:17:22 GMT
Organization: BBS

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
>
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