Common Reminding Me (Of Sef) Lyrics
            (feat. Chantay Savage)
        
            [Common]
            Yeah, yeah, what, yeah
            Reminding me of Sef, what?
            Fat fat thick booty, what?
            You say jack that big booty, yo
            He say OOH OH
            I heard the boy he said OOH OH
            The party people he said OOH OH
            Uhh uh uh uhh yo yo yo
            Check it, check it
        
            Driftin on a memory, brought forth
            from a fifth of Hennesey, as in times
            of eighty-nine they envision me
            Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
            Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
            Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct
            High school I came out it
            Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted
            Go to Great America, me and my lady rock the same outfit
            My n____z be f___in girls that she hang out with
            Round then Guy came out with, 'Piece of My Love'
            Arguin over if he said, "Dumb b____"
            Everyday the same old with rainbow, watchin the sun twist
            Cool as a Mig Dry, that in the trunk s___
            Afterparties in Wendy's parkin lot, unfamiliar faces got marked a lot
            Showin off for hoes in bricks and rows had us charged to box
            That demo sorta stopped once A.C. got popped
        
            Chorus: Chantay Savage
        
            It's remind-ing... mmm whooahhh yeahhh
            It's remind-ing... heyyeahhahh, uh-huh
        
            [Common]
            Check it
            Before these minds got ahold to some drugs
            and start thinkin they thugs
            We'd be at the Bismarck, and the Racquetball club
            Plugged with Gucci promotion so we got in free
            Against the wall me and my guys formed a colony, Ron'll be beatin
            Saved my day, dancin on speakers
            Flames s_____ed I was born this way
            87th Street and Hyde Park was warrin
            Over gossip, Kenwood bras was pourin
            Suited in three-quarter Jordans, pro-models
            and started coach out the back of Beauty Shop Sevalas
            Buy the dope, put my name in they verse, EPMD
            I would quote, stolen leathers I'd sell, like a child of broke
            behind the beat, I took my first shot of Henny
            It hit me in the chest like when them marks shot Benji
            Shame on the girl that left her Fendi around crew
            I'da go through it or, take it, we was bound to
            Travellin like Vice Lords, down to the taste
            Not wantin to bring my lady around crew cause they would snake
            House parties was the lick, behind bars we'd come up
            at em' I did the Hooper dance with my thumbs up
        
            Chorus
        
            [Common]
            There go the break
            To get the break go, it go OOH OH
            Yeah, it go OOH OH
            You heard the people they go oh oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
            Yo, check it, check it
        
            Nowadays n____z is fake, like that party at McCormick Place
            I don't draw with em, cause they was born to trace
            At times I contemplate movin to a warmer place
            Then the Lake and skyline, give me a warm embrace
            remindin me of the pointed parties Moe used to mace
            Six deep in the Hyundai b__pin Twilight Tone tapes
            Come home late callin broads hang up on they mother
            If it wasn't nowhere to scrap at then we would fight each other
            Get a room at the Dunes havin bakeouts
            We'd eat, at Giadonno's and break out
            Then everybody thought that they could spend
            High rollers had the MCM blazer blend
            Girbauds and Guess jeans we was takin in
            Cranes and freight trains we was breakin in
            Tim a be basin Mike down at I.I.T.
            Rememberin numbers depended on how high I'd be
            It's a Deja-Brew, when I see bottles of Gill
            My man Sef passed I feel hollow but still
        
            Chorus
        
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