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Reminding Me (Of Self) feat. Chantay Savage

[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 oh

The party people he said oh

Check it check itDriftin 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 niggas be fucking girls that she hang out with

Round then Guy came out with, 'Piece of My Love'

Arguing over if he said, "Dumb bitch"

Everyday the same old with rainbow, watching the sun twist

Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk shit

After parties in Wendy's parking lot, unfamiliar faces got marked a lot

Showing 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 reminding, mmm whoa yeah

It's reminding, hey yeah[Common]

Check it

Before these minds got a hold to some drugs

And start thinking 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 beating

Saved my day, dancing on speakers

Flames snatched I was born this way

87th Street and Hyde Park was warring

Over gossip, Kenwood bras was pouring

Suited in three-quarter Jordan's, 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

Traveling like Vice Lords, down to the taste

Not wanting 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 oh

Yeah, it go oh

You heard the people they go oh

Yo, check it, check itNowadays niggas is fake, like that party at McCormick Place

I don't draw with em, cause they was born to trace

At times I contemplate moving to a warmer place

Then the Lake and skyline, give me a warm embrace

Reminding me of the pointed parties Moe used to mace

Six deep in the Hyundai bumping Twilight Tone tapes

Come home late calling 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 having 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 taking in

Cranes and freight trains we was breaking in

Tim a be basin Mike down at I.I.T.

Remembering 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]

Songwriters

BROWNLEE, LARRY / REDMOND, GUS / SIMON, FRED / SIMON, JEFFREY / LYNN, LONNIE / CRAIG, ANTHONYPublished by

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