Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.), artist - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. Album song Mecca And The Soul Brother, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.06.1992
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.) |
I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back |
Twenty-two years ago to keep it on track |
The birth of a child on the 8th of October |
A toast, but my granddaddy came sober |
Countin' all the fingers and the toes |
Now I suppose you hope the little black boy grows |
Huh, eighteen years younger than my mama |
But I rarely got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama |
In single parenthood, there I stood |
By the time she was 21, had another one |
This one’s a girl, let’s name her Pam |
Same father as the first, but you don’t give a damn |
Irresponsible, plain not-thinking |
Papa said chill but the brother keep winking |
Still he won’t down you or tear out your hide |
On your side while the baby maker slide |
But mama got wise to the game |
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is |
After 10 years without no spouse |
Momma’s gettin married and a house |
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master |
Mother Queen’s rising a chapter |
Déjà vu, tell you what I’m gonna do |
When they reminisce over you, my God |
My God |
It’s so |
Yeah, so lovely |
That’s how we like to do it in the 90's |
Pete Rock &CL Smooth comin' atcha |
When I date back I recall a man off the family tree |
My right hand Poppa Doc I see |
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father |
When my biological didn’t bother |
Taking care of this, so who am I to bicker |
Not a bad ticker but I’m clocking pop’s liver |
But you can never say that his life is through |
Five kids at 21 believe he got a right too |
Here we go while I check the scene |
With the Portuguese Lover at the age of 14 |
The same age, front page, no fuss |
But I bet you all your dough they live longer than us |
Never been senile, that’s where you’re wrong |
But give the man a taste and he’s gone |
Noddin' off, sleep to a jazz tune |
I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room |
I get the pillow and hope I don’t wake him |
For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim |
Telling me how to raise my boy unless he’s taking over |
I said pop maybe when you’re older |
We laughed all night about the hookers at the party |
My old man standing, yelling «Good God Almighty» |
Use your condom, take sips of the brew |
When they reminisce over you, for real |
For real, baby |
Like that |
We for real |
Comin' atcha |
In '92 |
Pete Rock &CL Smooth |
Yeah, c’mon, hit me! |
I reminisce so you never forget this |
The days of way-back, so many bear witness the fitness |
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint |
Listen close as I prove my point |
T to the R the O-Y, how did you and I meet? |
In front of Big Lou’s, fighting in the street |
But only you saw what took many time to see |
I dedicate this to you for believing in me |
Rain or shine, yes, in any weather |
My Grandmom Pam holds the family together |
My Uncle Doc’s the greatest, better yet the latest |
If we’re talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest |
I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice |
And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce |
So Pete Rock hit me, 'nough respect due |
When they reminisce over you, listen |
Listen, just listen |
To the funky song as I rock on |
And that’s word is bond |
I’m not playin' |
Everybody, just coolin' |
This song we dedicate |
To the one and only |
Never be another |
He was my brother |
Trouble T-Roy |
It’s like that y’all |
And you don’t stop |
Pete Rock and CL Smooth for '92 |
And we out, later |