Текст песни Whatever Happened…? - Brand Nubian
(20
second
discussion
of
old
school
memories)
(Lord
Jamar)
Aiyyo
we
came
up
together,
flamed
up
weed
together
Changed
our
names
together,
even
had
seeds
together
Everyday
we
used
to
be
together,
got
tattoos
together
Drank
brews
together
Fucked
hoes
together,
did
shows
together
Bought
jewels,
bought
clothes
together,
we
was
close
together
Bust
guns
together,
we
would
run
together
Said
we
would
be,
Dunns
forever
And
shine
like
the
sun
together,
and
never
sever
And
down
for
whatever's
clever
They
say
two
heads
is
better
so
let's
put
it
together
We
can
get
the
cheddar
comin
back
to
back
like
a
doubleheader
I
can't
believe
we
not
still
together
'Member
back
in
the
days,
when
we
used
to
get
ill
together
We
was
ready
to
kill
together,
make
blood
spill
together
Now
we
hardly
even
chill
together
(Chorus)
Whatever
happened
to
you?
- We
were
true
blue
No
limitations
on
the
things
that
we
used
to
do
Whatever
happened
to
him?
- My
man
got
bagged
He
in
the
pen
and
he
might
not
see
daylight
again
Whatever
happened
to
her?
- She
had
two
seeds
Now
she's
smokin
and
she
just
ain't
the
way
she
was
Whatever
happened
to
them?
- Now
they
started
as
friends
But
it
seem
like
they
blowin
in
the
wind
(Sadat
X)
Heads
are
laid
out
in
the
dojo
Threw
you
a
lifeline
from
K-Ci
and
JoJo
We
crossed
the
earth
on
airplanes
Don't
worry
about
a
thing,
lay
back
and
get
{?}
Damn
silky
slim
was
the
bad
thing
Used
to
spread
her
out
her
man
was
down
in
the
bing
Knew
it
couldn't
last
like
that
For
the
niggaz
that
I
knew
that
got
blast
like
that
She
got
this
nigga's
pictures
on
the
wall
Out
with
the
baby
eatin
dinner
at
the
mall
Told
me
she
was
from
Madison
But
A.G.
and
them
told
me
she
was
really
from
Patterson
Thought
she
was
18
then
But
she
was
16
and
had
been
fuckin
grown
men
Wild,
that
was
way
back
when
I
still
think
of
shorty
and
want
to
smash
her
again
(Chorus)
(Grand
Puba)
For
the
third
time
my
man
got
knocked
'Cept
he
was
gettin
tired
of
3 hots
and
a
cot
Now
his
short
stay
is
a
very
long
stay
From
all
them
yak
sales
in
the
project
hallways
Now
a
nigga
blew
trial
and
started
coppin
But
ain't
nuttin
poppin
'less
you
messin
with
a
nigga
like
Johnny
Cochran
Up
North,
Comstock;
caught
a
flashback
Cause
that's
the
same
place
I
used
to
go
check
my
pops
Damn,
here
we
go
again
My
man
John
{?}
won't
see
New
York
'til
about
2010
It
be
the
same
ol'
ghetto
shit;
send
me
some
flicks
Some
chips,
some
commisary,
some
groceries
and
some
kicks
It
be
a
plot
while
we
in
the
trenches
Playin
the
project
benches,
thinkin
{?}
For
those
who
know
the
woes,
the
highs
and
the
lows
The
wind
blows
and
the
grass
grows
so
(Chorus)
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