Slick Rick — Memories

[Intro: Slick Rick] Yeah, know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Rick? Know what I mean Slick, Whoa! Yeah, wee! [Verse 1: Slick Rick] Fine, grown Pine-Sol, heavenly rhyme throne Remember when you were young in the '70 time zone? Stages, age is 'bout seven, I say, kids The dress code of our parents looked awfully outrageous Not down on 'em, games and clownin' When soul was at its highest rate like James Brown and them Soothin' every black thing, a groovy era actin' 'Member seein' Shaft in the movie theater back then? I feel Richard Roundtree got 'em a fly deal Black men 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 of 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 mattress and yet happy [Hook x2: Slick Rick] Could even make sex seem sour As I impress the world with my extreme power 'Cause Rick make memories sealed in almanacs Not to mention the immense appeal the mack had When you wake up in the mornin' (redeem from any crap) Because I bring that lovin' feelin' back to rap [Verse 2: Slick Rick] For situated as poor beneficialator Kool-Aid couldn't last a hot minute in the refrigerator School notes, slidin' and stealin', hidin 'em Bazooka, bubble gum cartoons still inside of 'em No way, same essence of it's earned paper 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 warn a soul, man, it kinda slow One thing 'bout it bro, overflow when it's kinda so (shame) Life, a pitiful game 'Member the robot? That was my shit on Soul Train Got hyped too, psyched too and the feelin's right too Chillin' on the fire escape on a nice night, too No one gone try hurt di mon Remember Right On, Blood and Jive Turkey slang? Brothers chippin' in for alcoholic money When you look at old flicks don't we all look funny? [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Slick Rick] Yo' mama, damn, we used to talk improper then 'Member when we used to walk bop, walk bop again? Givin' them the rhythm that we brought 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, Lucy Afarensis Fleets wearing Bruce Lee Bananas And kick shit, ball in the hand and stick with And we use to be in some of the "Man, you in deep shit" Most cases, father 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 [Hook x3]