Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Remind Me , by - RBL Posse. Release date: 06.01.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Remind Me |
| Yo, in the house, Black C, Mr. Cee from RBL Posse |
| In the house with some of that ol' smooth shit |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| Some shit you can kick back to with your dank sack |
| You know what I’m sayin', get straight too took |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| So while you sit back gettin' too took |
| Let my boy tape this little story for you |
| Bored as fuck, I just finished grindin' |
| I peeped at my watch, I had to spend time |
| So I told Black Chris let’s jump in the fiver, to find us a bitch |
| But don’t forget, niggas gotta get their gurp on |
| So we rolled to Cashmere to grab a fat sack of indo |
| Then Black Chris said, «Where should we start?» |
| And at the same time, two hoes dipped up in a ‘Lark |
| High-roller freaks, that’s how I called it |
| They was rollin' on gold ones so they had to be ballin' |
| I told Black Chris to stop with the quickness |
| ‘Cause both of them hotties had a case of the thickness (What?) |
| Niggas know what I mean |
| No fat at all, just a hundred percent beef that was lean |
| There was no problem when it came to the choosin' |
| ‘Cause whoever they picked, they sure wasn’t losin' |
| Out, without a doubt |
| ‘Cause Frisco niggas got a lot of clout |
| We jumped out the car, one screamed «RBL» |
| The other looked and said «Ooh, oh yeah» |
| Right then, I knew it would be easy |
| ‘Cause both of them hoes was anxious to start skeezin' |
| Chris asked the freaks where were they from |
| They said Richmond, and they was lookin' for some fun |
| Well, they had a jumpstart on the other hoes |
| ‘Cause they was with two poppin' niggas from the town of Frisco |
| So you know we had to do this shit right |
| Bought an eighth of dank and got ‘em drunk off the ackrite |
| Off to the Freakies, here we go, here we go |
| It’s Frisco’s version of a sex sideshow |
| But the only ride done was on my dick |
| I already got a crew, so I don’t fuck with no cliques |
| In plain words, if you’re lost |
| I don’t do no lickin', ‘cause I’m straight for the toss |
| Pulled out my ding dong, commence to screwin' |
| Since I was younger, she thought I didn’t know what I was doin' |
| But like a vet, I took control |
| Sorta like Joe Montana winning a Super Bowl |
| Like Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco treat |
| But she didn’t get hooked on no rice, she hooked on this meat |
| Chris got me up about 11 o’clock |
| He said we gotta go to Harbor to sell off our rocks |
| Ain’t got no time to play Captain Save a Hoe |
| Just exchange a few numbers so we can G-O |
| Mr. Cee got the number |
| And my freak said, «Is this real, or are we on the under? |
| Would I ever call, or would I just diss her?» |
| I told her like this, so I could remember |
| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah |
| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm |
| In love with you, darlin' |
| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah |
| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm |
| In love with you, darlin' |
| Yeah, Black Chris, you know what I’m sayin' |
| We had to show them hoes that Frisco niggas ain’t no punks |
| But a lot of people from the Bay Area think niggas from Frisco is straight gay, |
| you know what I’m sayin' |
| So won’t you tell these punk ass niggas what you did with that other freak |
| Man, I got with that bitch |
| That bitch was tryna trip, man, didn’t wanna give up the boots |
| So I had to straight run my nip on that ho |
| I came at that ho with of them little gangsta leans like this |
| (*scratch* Oh, sweet thing |
| Don’t you know you’re my everything) |
| I just met the bitch to had to run my nip |
| To get a chance, to slap her with the diznick |
| Yeah, that’s right, let the lie be the reason |
| I was gurpin' like fuck and for that ass I was fiendin' |
| Like a dope fiend junkie |
| On dank, can’t think, but she’s giving up the monkey |
| And that pussy was hittin' |
| Especially when we jumped to the doggystyle position |
| I jacked that ass like a criminal |
| I dicked her down, but you don’t really hear me though |
| So let’s jump to the next situation |
| Hittin' her from the side, lettin' out my frustration |
| Sweatin' all through the night |
| I was fuckin' ‘til morning so I worked up an appetite |
| Plus, it was time to go |
| So I called Mr. Cee in the room next door |
| Ayy, Mr. Cee, man, let’s be up, man |
| Fuck that shit, I’m ready to be burner five thousand |
| Alright… |
| Then we said «bye» and we were on our way |
| Hungry as fuck, punchin' straight to B&J's |
| And that’s how the day ended |
| I called the freak once, but she didn’t get offended |
| She said I understand where you’re comin' from |
| You’re a star now, and only little time to have fun |
| But I’ll be faithful and patient |
| ‘Cause when I see you, it’s gonna be a special occasion |
| We saw each other off and on |
| Then summer passed and she went back home |
| Home, to New York City |
| But then I met her auntie, and they lookeded like twins, G |
| Her aunt was twenty years old |
| But let’s face it, her auntie really had it goin' on |
| Ain’t no mission to what I was doin' |
| Until this day, that bitch and me is still screwin' |
| You might say Mr. Cee is scandalous |
| But she gave up the action, so I took advantage |
| ‘Cause I’m not going to New York City |
| So don’t blame me for making her aunt… |
| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah |
| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm |
| In love with you, darlin' |
| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah |
| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm |
| In love with you, darlin' |
| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah |
| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm |
| In love with you, darlin' |
| Remind me, yeah yeah yeah |
| How lucky I’m fallin', mhm |
| In love with you, darlin' |