Lyrics I Can’t Remember - Joey Cool, Joey Cool feat. Ubi

I Can’t Remember

I’m pretty sure I saw you at the club, huh
You and all the girls having fun, huh
Light-skinned girl and the drunk one
Latina with the little bad blonde one
Send somebody over, find out where you come from
That’s a boss move for you little dum-dums
Now she bend the wall to me like she want some
In about five, four, three, nigga, two, one
Feeling like I’m Ric Flair, I’m a connoisseur of it, I’m a stickler
Lemme go and tell you 'bout it 'fore we get there
I got the loft with the bed and the big mirror
I got a white leather couch with a big chair
And the ceiling disappear so it’s big air
I got the concrete floor and it marked out
Drops pins if you ever wanna skrrt there
Ay, came loud, made a couple pit stops
I’m saying everywhere we go, we taking big shots
And I’ma walk up to the front of this here line here
They call him Little Coolie Baby with the big stock
But I remember you was standing with your clique, huh
And you was curving everybody, you the shit, huh
I think I saw the red bottoms on the kicks, huh
I know you prolly thinking how could I forget, huh
Now it’s coming back, little red dress
You indulge in the bathroom, little excess
I don’t judge, I don’t care 'bout it
I don’t expect not a damn thing
I’m a sucker for the best sex (Yeah)
Ay, now it’s coming back, you was on watch
I was talking shop and you sent me a Patrón shot
Try to put your number in the phone but the phone died
Fuck it though, look I’m here now, where we gon' slide
Yeah
Pretty sure I saw you at the club last night (At the club last night)
You was with your girls and I was all looking right (All looking right yeah)
But I can’t remember (I just can’t remember)
I just can’t remember (I just can’t remember)
I came back, we on night two
I don’t need your name but to like you
I came back to entice you, I came back to invite you
Y’all can all roll, they can ride too
You got a few more, they can slide through (Come on)
Y’all can leave the Moors and the Bibles
'Cause we don’t have rules we abide to
Coolie Baby, I’ma be your new roof
This ain’t nothing people ain’t really used to
I ain’t ever really had a crew dude
Now nigga fucking with the who’s who
I was at the crib where we backed up
That was in the day, we had three or four black trucks
'Bout around the time I was real about this rap
Will you forgive me now?
Overlapping stories getting mashed up, ay
I got a thing for bitch that wanna act up
See you talking with your girls, getting gassed up
Ain’t a sicker nigga in it, finna pass up
I know why you playing, come and get snatched up
I know you prolly had a little bit of bad luck
And a sucker nigga got you playing catch up
Your homegirl tryna tell you that you messed up
But the way it look to me is you done blessed up
Because a real nigga talking to you right now
If it’s a problem with the plumbing, lay the pipe down
I put your face all in the pillow, make you bite down
I have you screaming bloody murder, how it might sound
Because a real nigga talking to you right now
If it’s a problem with the plumbing, lay the pipe down
I put your face all in the pillow, make you bite down
I have you screaming bloody murder, how it might sound
Yea-yeah
Night three, I was feeling hella feisty
Chilling with the ghouls, freaks and the night breed
I got a satch with the Libra and the Pisces
A couple bad ones acting like they like me
And now she grabbing on my chain 'cause it’s icy
The truth told, that ain’t really what my type be
They were tripping, so I told 'em I was Mike D
They were like, «G, I don’t know, he might be»
I bought a round of the drinks for the tribe
Took a sip then I left a cue tip without a fight fee
And I ain’t worry 'bout the price, it was my treat
I’m on my Wu-Tang, dipping in the ice cream
The iris told me everything what I read
And Joey told me, «Yo that somebody wifey» (What?)
And I ain’t finna give it up without a fight
We about to hit it off, heavy Holly going lightly
And I was spitting game at it, moving high speed
On my Spike Lee, tryna do the right thing
I lit a joint, let her get a hit of my tree
And we be tonged out, plotting our nice dreams
We were feeling good, but it went precisely
Then I felt somebody tugging all up on my sleeve
5'7″ with my height, she was 5'3″
And so I look over ahead, what my eyes see?
A couple bros looking like they going postal
Joe Cool all up in my ear like I told you
But when we roll through, mobbing with the whole crew
So I told dude, «Gimme space, I don’t know you»
What it is?
What it was?
What it don’t do?
Why your girl not acting like she 'posed to?
If it were love then she prolly would’ve chose you
Then I caught a sucker punch for being hella vocal
Damn
Pretty sure I saw you at the club last night (At the club last night)
You was with your girls and I was all looking right (All looking right yeah)
But I can’t remember (I just can’t remember)
I just can’t remember (I just can’t remember)