Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memories, artist - Slick Rick. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Memories |
| Yeah, know what I mean Rick? |
| Know what I mean Rick? |
| Know what I mean Slick, Whoa! |
| Yeah, wee! |
| Fine, grown Pine-Sol, heavenly rhyme throne |
| Remember when you were young in the '70 time zone? |
| Stages, age is 'bout seven, I say, kids |
| The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous |
| Not down on 'em, games and clownin' |
| When soul was at its highest rate like James Brown and them |
| Soothin' every black thing, a groovy era actin' |
| 'Member seein' Shaft in the movie theater back then? |
| I feel Richard Roundtree got 'em a fly deal |
| Black men wearin' bell bottom and high heels |
| Laughed a lot, some action, mass production |
| Remember when cars were darn near half a block long? |
| Parents were so into that crap |
| Bunch of sweet memories to us older rap cats |
| Muhammad Ali knucklin' in tournament |
| Pimp daddy hats with buckles and ornaments |
| How we forget Snappy? |
| Five people sleepin' in one mattress and yet happy |
| Could even make sex seem sour |
| As I impress the world with my extreme power |
| 'Cause Rick make memories sealed in almanacs |
| Not to mention the immense appeal the mack had |
| When you wake up in the mornin' (redeem from any crap) |
| Because I bring that lovin' feelin' back to rap |
| For situated as poor beneficialator |
| Kool-Aid couldn’t last a hot minute in the refrigerator |
| School notes, slidin' and stealin', hidin 'em |
| Bazooka, bubble gum cartoons still inside of 'em |
| No way, same essence of it’s earned paper |
| Pimps flyest dressin' muthafuckas, weren’t they? |
| But hood lies, you afraid of a good wine? |
| I used to love the actor who portrayed one on Good Times |
| You need a friend to warn a soul, man, it kinda slow |
| One thing 'bout it bro, overflow when it’s kinda so (shame) |
| Life, a pitiful game |
| 'Member the robot? |
| That was my shit on Soul Train |
| Got hyped too, psyched too and the feelin’s right too |
| Chillin' on the fire escape on a nice night, too |
| No one gone try hurt di mon |
| Remember Right On, Blood and Jive Turkey slang? |
| Brothers chippin' in for alcoholic money |
| When you look at old flicks don’t we all look funny? |
| Yo' mama, damn, we used to talk improper then |
| 'Member when we used to walk bop, walk bop again? |
| Givin' them the rhythm that we brought |
| Push our hand back like we was swimmin' when we walked |
| Bad all about, Huggie Bear, Rat all about |
| 'Member afros, what the fuck was that all about? |
| Buenos noches accents too, friends too |
| Everybody had a lot of roaches back then, too |
| Profusely around us, Lucy Afarensis |
| Fleets wearing Bruce Lee Bananas |
| And kick shit, ball in the hand and stick with |
| And we use to be in some of the «Man, you in deep shit» |
| Most cases, father away for good |
| Local Flat Foot was part-of the neighborhood |
| Standard, and the panthers (Wow) |
| Used to dress like Erykah Badu and Amanda’s now |