September

Lyrics

Mista Sinista ft. Jean Grae - "September" [Emcee(s): Jean Grae] [Producer(s): Mista Sinista] [Scratches: Mista Sinista] [Sample (Melody): Barry White - "September When I First Met You"] [Verse 1: Jean Grae] The jewel of life, we reminisce about the days of our past I feel like it was simple then. We used to have a reflection Of light about us—yeah, even the darkest ones Heat around us—that was double for little niggas with guns I remember the way the summer smelled, the way The last day of school, we held on for the bell Pressed against the windowpane, Super Soakers, broke with the Plastic bottle, Eddie Bauer, rugby, Lo boots, or loafers We couldn't wait for June to come, anxious for The whole month. Last assignments hardly ever got done I recall cutting and chilling in the lunchroom Playing Spades third periods—you know you cut too Know you had a clique of friends. I know you had a guard That you was cool with chatting when you cuttin' and knew it The chase down the hall too. Did you forget your Combination on your locker ever? Maybe a time or two A little nigga you hated for dropping dime on you For smoking loosies in the staircase, I'm with you And swore that, every September, you'd try to do a little Better, but it's hard to concentrate in summer weather, uh [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista] "We got it good growing up in the hood" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" (x4) [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Marino ices, even chewing the cup, huaraches in pink And blue Champion hoodies for cold nights, guzzling Pints of warm Olde E, beepers, and philly blunts Know you knew a nigga never paid the bill, wore it for months Not getting high but getting zooted. You know you never Paid for your Lo—you went to Macy's, called it "boosting" Gap thin hoodies, all the striped rugbies Door-knockers, 125 token money I miss it, and we ain't even had the Crips and Bloods yet We had Decepts who'd throw an axe in your neck We had clubs like The Muse and home base Or Emerald City, Puerto Ricans all over the place, pretty Girls with scars from boxcutters, hands flooded With gold name plates, nigga's mouth hemmed with Fronts, cuts in eyebrows, calling little chickens' stunts We'd break night on the train, all the way in the front Remember they snatched gold right out your earlobes So all the girls who wearing back up with the front clothes I recall JanSports and clubbing, sipping [?] on Mad Dog 20/20, straight bugging With medallions, fashion for girls pant-sagging Amazing. Could almost taste the summer magic I think back. I wish for one day I could have this feeling Wish the Sun back just to be reckless Summer boyfriends buying their summer wifey a necklace Some are players—every block got five of your exes We all been scarred in hot July fights. We all Made out and copped feels on hot August nights, so you Could lose yourself in it forever. Time only takes A minute to pass—when you're living, it goes fast Just a blink of an eye, and it's over, drunken turn to sober Summer. Time to go back to September, uh [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista] "We got it good growing up in the hood" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "Drifting on a memory" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "We got it good growing up in the hood" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" (x2) [Verse 3: Jean Grae] I know you didn't want to go back, and, if you did, I'm guessing That it was just to show off the fall collection. Precious Summer in your possession. Don't want to sit in class Fuck authority. Gain seniority—when you go back You're wiser, but is it even really worth it? Feel like The break wasn't as long as you know you deserved it ("Word") I spark up and bust you down for memories Raise my glass high, pour a little Hennessey I miss everything about it—even the clubs Hitting the floor when shots rang out—we got stories Over 40's, we sit and tell 'em, can laugh About it with parents now, but really gave 'em hell then I'm ready to tell my own about the things we did When I tell 'em... maybe... I'll tell 'em some of it And those of y'all young and listening, welcome To getting schooled on the ways of the past—it's your christening [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista] "We got it good growing up in the hood" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" (x4)