CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Remember the Time
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Remember the rhyme, Sean Price, remember the time
Big cigar in the tub, fly pelican fly, nah
Elegant guy, God, Sean wilin'
Gun at the peace rally, I’m non non violent
You on that black shit, "Fight the power!"
P sold the crack, bitch, wipe the powder
Tool pop squabs, see the smoke black
Back when 2Pac mom used to smoke crack
Dear Mama, nigga, I fear nada
Goddamn Thing, big gun, and I wear armor, uh
Pow! Heat smack a pimp
The punk pressed a charge when I beat that "It's him!"
I went from no change bummer, to cocaine runner
Buzzin, in my cousin Jovaine hummer
Tens to a bird, nigga
I smash your glasses, revenge of the nerd, nigga, P!
You got shooters, go getters and ho's ’round here
Cause everything is a go 'round here
We gon' get it for sure out here
Cause everything is a go
King Illa
Kick your daughter off of a swing
Ring your doorbell and meet your final moments with the thing
My components kill competition with no compromise
There's no comparison, spitting funeral gatherings
Radical ravishing, cancerous in the abdomen
Living in the drug establishment, raps immaculate
Status on out of this world, I gotta peep it
My verse is like the armies and black parties in Egypt
Chop bodies in precincts
My flow starter boxing out of Gleesons
Trying to get salt, pepper, and threesomes
This is a mathmatical beating
Like forty Puerto Ricans I'm reconstructing your teeth in
Fire like its AIDS semen
Couple grenade agreements
Couple of day to day orchestrated hater demons
Sucka niggas dying it's the gangster season
Remote control it then we play the Weeknd
You got shooters, go getters and ho's 'round here
Cause everything is a go ’round here
We gon’ get it for sure out here
Cause everything is a go
Yeah, I did it bitch, now go and tell ho
Stop the hating, the operation "Go and tell pro"
I will take that pound, pound your face to the ground
Die, nigga, die, words from Atrab Brown
Try to get fly, I don't play that clown
Uncle Magic you fucking bastard I’ll spray that round
My crew do slang in the building
Meanwhile, smile, Wutang for the children
Dude with the dookie chain lucky
Yap his chain, chain yapped
Pootie tang truckie, P! Uh
Nigga, I been thugging
Send thugs to your McLovin
Son of a bitch, telling the cops like your pops, a son of a snitch
P!
Remember the rhyme, Sean Price, remember the time
Big cigar in the tub, fly pelican fly, nah
Elegant guy, God, Sean wilin'
Gun at the peace rally, I’m non non violent
You on that black shit, "Fight the power!"
P sold the crack, bitch, wipe the powder
Tool pop squabs, see the smoke black
Back when 2Pac mom used to smoke crack
Dear Mama, nigga, I fear nada
Goddamn Thing, big gun, and I wear armor, uh
Pow! Heat smack a pimp
The punk pressed a charge when I beat that "It's him!"
I went from no change bummer, to cocaine runner
Buzzin, in my cousin Jovaine hummer
Tens to a bird, nigga
I smash your glasses, revenge of the nerd, nigga, P!
You got shooters, go getters and ho's ’round here
Cause everything is a go 'round here
We gon' get it for sure out here
Cause everything is a go
King Illa
Kick your daughter off of a swing
Ring your doorbell and meet your final moments with the thing
My components kill competition with no compromise
There's no comparison, spitting funeral gatherings
Radical ravishing, cancerous in the abdomen
Living in the drug establishment, raps immaculate
Status on out of this world, I gotta peep it
My verse is like the armies and black parties in Egypt
Chop bodies in precincts
My flow starter boxing out of Gleesons
Trying to get salt, pepper, and threesomes
This is a mathmatical beating
Like forty Puerto Ricans I'm reconstructing your teeth in
Fire like its AIDS semen
Couple grenade agreements
Couple of day to day orchestrated hater demons
Sucka niggas dying it's the gangster season
Remote control it then we play the Weeknd
You got shooters, go getters and ho's 'round here
Cause everything is a go ’round here
We gon’ get it for sure out here
Cause everything is a go
Yeah, I did it bitch, now go and tell ho
Stop the hating, the operation "Go and tell pro"
I will take that pound, pound your face to the ground
Die, nigga, die, words from Atrab Brown
Try to get fly, I don't play that clown
Uncle Magic you fucking bastard I’ll spray that round
My crew do slang in the building
Meanwhile, smile, Wutang for the children
Dude with the dookie chain lucky
Yap his chain, chain yapped
Pootie tang truckie, P! Uh
Nigga, I been thugging
Send thugs to your McLovin
Son of a bitch, telling the cops like your pops, a son of a snitch
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