Song Lyrics

I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
Twenty years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the eighth of October
A toast but my granddaddy came sober
Countin' all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
Eighteen years younger than my mama
But I really got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama
In single parenthood there I stood
By the time she was twenty-one, had another one
This one's a girl, let's name her Pam
Same father as the first but you don't give a damn
Irresponsible, plain not thinking
Papa said, "Chill" but the brother keep winking
Still he won't down you or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After ten years without no spouse
Momma's gettin' married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother queen's risin' a chapter
Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do
When they reminisce over you, my God

My God
It's so
Yeah, so lovely
That's how we like to do it in the nineties
Pete Rock and CL Smooth comin' atcha

When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
My right hand Poppa doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn't bother
Taking care of this, so who am I to bicker?
Not a bad ticker but I'm clocking Pop's liver
But you can never say that his life is through
Five kids at twenty-one believe he got a right too
Here we go while I check the scene
With the Portuguese lover at the age of fourteen
The same age, front page, no fuss
But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us
Never been senile, that's where you're wrong
But give the man a taste and he's gone
Noddin' off, sleep to a jazz tune
I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
I get the pillow and hope I don't wake him
For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
Telling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking over
I said, "Pop maybe when you're older"
We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
My old man standing yelling, "Good God, Almighty"
Use your condom, take sips of the brew
When they reminisce over you, for real

For real, baby
Like that
We for real
Comin' atcha
In '92
Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Yeah, c'mon, hit me

I reminisce so you never forget this
The days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitness
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
Listen close as I prove my point
T to the r the-o-y, how did you and I meet?
In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see
I dedicate this to you for believing in me
Rain or shine, yes in any weather
My Grandmom Pam holds the family together
My Uncle Doc's the greatest better yet the latest
If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest
I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce
So Pete Rock hit me, nuff respect due
When they reminisce over you, listen

Listen, just listen
To the funky song as I rock on
And that's word is bond
I'm not playin
Everybody, just coolin'
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete rock and CL Smooth for '92
And we out, later

Corey Brent Penn, Peter O. Phillips

The duration of They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.) [*] is 4:54 minutes and seconds.