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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Performer
Chantay Savage
Chantay Savage
Rap
Spike Rebel
Spike Rebel
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G. Redmond
G. Redmond
Composer
L. Brownee
L. Brownee
Composer
F. Simon
F. Simon
Composer
J. Simon
J. Simon
Composer
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Composer
Anthony Craig
Anthony Craig
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Common
Common
Executive Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Recording Engineer
Steve Slavich
Steve Slavich
Assistant Engineer
YNOT
YNOT
Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

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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 Hennessey, 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 After parties 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 It's reminding, mmm, whoah, yeah It's reminding, hey, yeah, uh-huh Check it Before these minds got a hold 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 Travelin' 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 It's reminding, mmm, whoah, yeah It's reminding, hey, yeah, uh-huh 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' bake outs 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 It's reminding, mmm, whoah, yeah It's reminding, hey, yeah, uh-huh
Writer(s): Lonnie Lynn, Larry Brownlee, Gus Redmond, Fred Simon, Jeffrey Simon, Anthony Craig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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