| I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
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| Twenty-two years ago to keep it on track
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| The birth of a child on the 8th of October
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| A toast, but my granddaddy came sober
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| Countin' all the fingers and the toes
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| Now I suppose you hope the little black boy grows
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| Huh, eighteen years younger than my mama
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| But I rarely got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama
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| In single parenthood, there I stood
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| By the time she was 21, had another one
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| This one’s a girl, let’s name her Pam
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| Same father as the first, but you don’t give a damn
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| Irresponsible, plain not-thinking
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| Papa said chill but the brother keep winking
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| Still he won’t down you or tear out your hide
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| On your side while the baby maker slide
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| But mama got wise to the game
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| The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
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| After 10 years without no spouse
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| Momma’s gettin married and a house
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| Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
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| Mother Queen’s rising a chapter
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| Déjà vu, tell you what I’m gonna do
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| When they reminisce over you, my God
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| My God
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| It’s so
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| Yeah, so lovely
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| That’s how we like to do it in the 90's
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| Pete Rock &CL Smooth comin' atcha
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| When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
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| My right hand Poppa Doc I see
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| Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
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| When my biological didn’t bother
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| Taking care of this, so who am I to bicker
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| Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking pop’s liver
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| But you can never say that his life is through
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| Five kids at 21 believe he got a right too
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| Here we go while I check the scene
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| With the Portuguese Lover at the age of 14
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| The same age, front page, no fuss
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| But I bet you all your dough they live longer than us
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| Never been senile, that’s where you’re wrong
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| But give the man a taste and he’s gone
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| Noddin' off, sleep to a jazz tune
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| I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
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| I get the pillow and hope I don’t wake him
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| For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
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| Telling me how to raise my boy unless he’s taking over
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| I said pop maybe when you’re older
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| We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
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| My old man standing, yelling «Good God Almighty»
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| Use your condom, take sips of the brew
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| When they reminisce over you, for real
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| For real, baby
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| Like that
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| We for real
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| Comin' atcha
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| In '92
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| Pete Rock &CL Smooth
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| Yeah, c’mon, hit me!
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| I reminisce so you never forget this
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| The days of way-back, so many bear witness the fitness
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| Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
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| Listen close as I prove my point
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| T to the R the O-Y, how did you and I meet?
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| In front of Big Lou’s, fighting in the street
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| But only you saw what took many time to see
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| I dedicate this to you for believing in me
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| Rain or shine, yes, in any weather
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| My Grandmom Pam holds the family together
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| My Uncle Doc’s the greatest, better yet the latest
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| If we’re talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest
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| I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
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| And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce
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| So Pete Rock hit me, 'nough respect due
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| When they reminisce over you, listen
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| Listen, just listen
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| To the funky song as I rock on
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| And that’s word is bond
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| I’m not playin'
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| Everybody, just coolin'
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| This song we dedicate
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| To the one and only
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| Never be another
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| He was my brother
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| Trouble T-Roy
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| It’s like that y’all
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| And you don’t stop
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| Pete Rock and CL Smooth for '92
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| And we out, later |