Текст песни Memories - Slick Rick
Yeah,
know
what
I
mean
Rick?
Know
what
I
mean
Rick?
Know
what
I
mean
Slick,
Whoa!
Yeah,
whee!
(Slick
Rick)
Fine
grown
Pine-Sol
Heavenly
rhyme
throne
Remember
when
you
were
young
in
the
70
time
zone
Stages,
ages
about
seven
I
say
kid
The
dress
code
of
our
parents
looked
awfully
outrageous
Not
down
on
em,
games
and
clownin
When
soul
was
at
it's
highest
rate
like
James
Brown
'n
them
?,
A
groovy
era
acting
Member
seeing
Shaft
in
the
movie
theater
back
then?
I
feel
Richard
Roundtree
got
'em
a
fly
deal
Black
man
wearin'
bell
bottom
and
high
heels
Laughed
a
lot,
some
action
mass
production
Remember
when
cars
were
darn
near
half
a
block
long?
Parents
were
so
into
that
crap
Bunch
a
sweet
memories
to
us
older
rap
cats
Muhammad
Ali
knucklin
in
tournament
Pimp
daddy
hats
with
buckles
and
ornaments
How
we
forget
snappy
Five
people
sleepin'
in
one
matress
and
yet
happy
Could
even
make
sex
seem
sour
As
I
impress
the
world
with
my
extreme
power,
cause
Chorus:
repeat
2X
Rick
make
memories
sealed
in
almanacs
Not
to
mention
the
immence
appeal
the
mack
hat
When
you
wake
up
in
the
morning
(redeem
from
any
crap)
Because
I
bring
that
love
and
feeling
back
to
rap
(Slick
Rick)
For
situated
as
poor
beneficialator
Kool-Aid
couldn't
last
a
hot
minute
in
the
'frigerator
School
notes,
slidin
and
stealin,
hidin
'em
Bazooka,
bubble
gum
cartoons
still
inside
of
'em
No
way
same
essence
of?
Pimps
flyest
dressin'
muthafuckas,
weren't
they?
But
hood
lies,
you
afraid
of
a
good
wine?
I
used
to
love
the
actor
who
portrayed
one
on
Good
Times
You
need
a
friend
to?
a
soul,
man
it
kinda
slow
One
thing
'bout
a
bro,
overflow
when
it?
Life,
a
pitiful
game
'Member
the
robot?
That
was
my
shit
on
Soul
Train
Got
hyped
to,
psyched
to,
And
the
feelin's
right
to
chillin'
on
the
fire
Escape
on
a
nice
night
too
No,
I'm
not
gon'
try
to
hurt
the?
Remember
ride
on
blood
and
dry
turkey
slang?
Brothers
chippin'
in
for
alcoholic
money
When
you
look
at
old
flicks
don't
we
all
look
funny?
Could
even
make
sex
seem
sour
As
I
impress
the
world
with
my
extreme
power,
cause
Chorus
(Slick
Rick)
Yo'
mama,
damn
we
used
to
talk
improper
then
Member
when
we
used
to
walk
bop,
walk
bop
again?
Givin'
them
the
rythym
that
we
bought
Push
our
hand
back
like
we
was
swimmin'
when
we
walked
Bad
all
about,
Huggie
Bear,
Rat
all
about
Member
afros,
what
the
fuck
was
that
all
about?
Buenos
noches
accents
too...
friends
too
Everybody
had
a
lot
of
roaches
back
then
too
Profusely
around
us,
Loosley?
Fleets
wearin'
Bruce
Lee
Bandanas
And
kick
shit,
ballin
the
hand
I
stick
wit'
?
Most
cases,
fatha'
away
for
good
Local
Flat
Foot
was
part-of
the
neighborhood
Standard,
and
the
panthers
(Wow)
Used
to
dress
like
Erykah
Badu
and
Amanda's
now
Could
even
make
sex
seem
sour
As
I
impress
the
world
with
my
extreme
power,
cause
Chorus
1.5X
1 Kill Niggaz
2 Street Talkin'
3 Me and Nas Bring It to Your Hardest
4 I Own America, Pt. 1
5 Who Rotten 'Em
6 2 Way Street
7 King Piece In The Chess Game
8 Trapped In Me
9 Impress The Kid
10 I Run This
11 Why, Why, Why
12 Adults Only
13 Memories
14 I Own America, Pt. 2
15 CEO Outro
16 We Turn It On - Bonus Track
17 La-Di-Da-Di - Live / Bonus Track
18 The Show - Live / Bonus Track
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