Reminisce

Lyrics

[Chorus] Just take a sec to reminisce Whole squad was in the whip, couple spliffs Yeah, we chop it up and drop it at the crib, how we live Used to dream about that hustle shit I pull up at the park and we puff a bit Now I make my mama rich, ah Sesh blazin' through the struggle, bitch Coppers came to check the registration, told 'em, "Suck a dick" Windows down, music bumpin', we were lovin' it We had no destination though, just cruisin' for the fuck of it [Verse 1] You ever wonder if there's bigger plans? Maybe life's a flight I'm on that didn't land Thinkin', should I fight or go and get thе van? How the dealer saying fold? I got thе biggest hand Picture Marshall without Dr. Dre, shit Would 50 still be 50 if he lost to Game? I'm tryna picture, what if Biggie needed costly pay? What if 'Pac sat around the park and parked a block away? Either way, I'm sayin it's fate We were born with all the scriptures for us written on a slate I'm too busy gettin' paid, hesitate, get a crate Let me set the record straight, I been questionin' the hate Black, white, dark, light, girl, guy, it's all the same Fuck, if you're my brother from another mother Then it's love and I don't see your colour Everybody need a body, swear we motherfuckin' need each other I'm still smokin' weed and fuckin', ah [Bridge] Yeah, whole squad was in the whip (In the whip) Whole squad was in the, squad was in the whip Whip, whole squad was in the whip (In the whip) Whole squad, whole squad, couple spliffs Roll a couple spliffs Rollin' up a, rollin' up a, roll a couple spliffs Roll a couple spliffs Roll a motherfuckin' couple spliffs, my brother (Hahaha) Yo, Mickey [Verse 2] Check, I'm kinda wishin' I was livin' better But past issues got me thinkin' how I'm missin' Dadda And I could picture Teta sittin' home and knittin' sweaters Worried 'bout me gettin' sick And catchin' colds in Sydney's weather Uh, every Christimas now, I get her presents Every time I get it for her, she wish that I didn't get it Sky's the limit, Teta, Biggie said it The bank account got seven sixes, that's a [?] Yeah, my heart's skipping reading Millie's letter I took a trip for Californication, still regret it Urgh, scar tissues like a chilli pepper My memories under the bridge, I'm bumpin' Chilli Peppers Sex, coke, how she smoke, all you bitches get it Get the breast stroked and back stroked, that's a swimming lesson Hahaha, hit Givenchy with the Lemon credit Spend it all, I don't give a fuck [Chorus] Just take a sec to reminisce Whole squad was in the whip, couple spliffs Yeah, we chop it up and drop it at the crib, how we live Used to dream about that hustle shit I pull up at the park and we puff a bit Now I make my mama rich, ah Sesh blazin' through the struggle, bitch Coppers came to check the registration, told 'em, "Suck a dick" Windows down, music bumpin', we were lovin' it We had no destination though, just cruisin' for the fuck of it (Fuck)