Slick Rick

Slick Rick - Memories lyrics

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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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: The Art of Storytelling (1999)

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