paroles de chanson I Ain't Forget - Sheek Louch
(Intro
(talking))
Whoo!
Haha,
yeah!
Uh,
this
is
how
I
put
it
down
on
the
M-I
Can
I,
talk
to
y'all
niggaz
for
a
second
Feel
me,
ya
know
I
mean?
I
want
y'all
niggaz
to
get
y'all
Coronas,
yeah
Get
y'all
muh'fuckin
dutches,
light
y'all
muh'fuckin
haze
up
Grab
y'all
yak
ya
know
I'm
sayin
Get
some
Courvoisier
and
all
that,
some
cranberry
Matter
fact
take
that
shit
straight
cause
I
need
niggaz
to
feel
me
on
this
Ya
know
what
I
mean?
Listen,
listen
(Verse
One)
Yo,
I
don't
think
you
understand
what
I
mean
When
I
ask
you
to
Walk
Witt
Me,
I
got
the
hawk
wit
me
No
talk
wit
me,
in
the
yard
wit
my
dickies
(whoo!)
Young
but
I
remind
you
of
somebody
in
the
sixties
I
knew
it
was
on
when
i
got
wit
sean,
But
I
was
caught
up
in
the
mix
of
some
glittery
shit
Eighteen
him
and
Mase
makin'
mils
wit
it
(damn!),
I
ain't
mad
But
that
shit
wasn't
me
(nah),
had
to
get
up
off
that
Jewelry
and
Cristal,
couldn't
talk
that
They
my
niggaz
though,
I
ain't
mad,
I
ain't
hatin'
To
this
day
him
and
Busta
got
the
best
show
(word
up)
Ya
know
I'm
sayin'
yo
fuck
yo
yo
yo,
yo
feel
me
though
Back
wit
my
niggaz,
Double
R
Before
X
blew
it
up,
before
Eve
was
a
star
We
are
the
streets,
they
couldn't
wait
for
it
Interscope
couldn't
wait
to
get
a
plate
for
it
Grammy
night,
couldn't
wait
to
get
a
date
for
it
Not,
we
sold
over
gold
Finally
reached
platinum
status
and
near
that
is
Still
in
the
hood,
still
tryin'
to
learn
the
biz
Jadakiss
dropped
a
solo
they
lovin'
his
voice
I'm
lovin'
his
shit
but
the
hood
thought
it
was
moist
Styles
P
dropped
Gangsta
and
a
Gentleman
Hard,
no
need
to
speak
but
the
promotion
was
weak
Sheek
never
had
solo
plans
Till
I
dropped
a
freestyle
in
the
studio
with
some
a
my
mans
Lobson
tweaked
that,
Mario
leaked
that
Your
shit
hot
you
could
bring
the
muhfuckin
streets
back
Nah,
I
dunno
I'm
just
tryin'
get
a
label
Sit
behind
the
desk
you
know,
watch
a
lil'
cable
Put
my
lil'
man
out,
throw
a
few
grand
out
Get
into
some
pop
music,
put
a
rock
band
out
Got
wit
my
nigga
K,
Kool
and
Whop
Green
Lantern
had
my
shit
on
the
block
(Hold
me
down)
Killed
it
in
Flex
now
these
labels
tryin'
to
jump
on
our
cock
If
we
could
get
Sheek
album
we'll
sign
D-Block
P
and
Kiss
was
like
fuck
that
we
gettin'
you
off
We
done
bin
there,
the
rest
of
these
labels
is
soft
Mario
had
a
meetin'
or
two
Brought
us
to
the
U-N-I-V-E-R-S-A-L,
what
up
Sue?
Y'all
aks
for
it
now
I
hit
you
in
the
head
I
was
sleep
in
my
bed
you
don't
woke
the
dead
Feel
me
you
keep
frontin'
I'm
a
hit
you
wit
the
lead
And
leave
your
whole
shit
flatter
than
the
first
broke
head
Thanks
to
y'all
niggaz
it
couldn't
be
Without
Envy,
Whoo
Kid,
Kool
Kid
and
Ron
G
My
nigga
Enuff,
S&S,
Capone
Chubby
Chub,
Sight
for
Sound
and
it's
on
(Outro
(talking))
Wordup
this
street
shit
right
here
mayn
Ya
know
I
mean?
I
love
y'all
niggaz
dawg
Y'all
made
a
lot
of
shit
possible
I
gave
y'all
the
heat,
y'all
distributed
the
shit
Y'all
bumped
that
shit,
y'all
had
faith
in
this
shit
That's
why
I
love
y'all
shit
Whatever
y'all
need
I
got
y'all
niggaz
dawg
D-Block.
That's
street
promotion
right
there
man
Na
mean?
Real
respect
real,
hood
respect
hood
Gangsta
respect
gangsta,
gangsta
got
no
love
for
pussy
Yeah,
Vinnie
Idol,
ha
ha,
Vinnie
This
shit
is
knockin
daddy,
you
da
next
one
It's
on.
Yeah,
D-Block!
I
love
y'all
niggaz.
One
Whoo!
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