Remember The Times Lyrics

I think I can remember some

Brenda the back-bender used to have me in the twister
Grabbed her up and left her at the Buena Vista
Chelsea used to tell me choke her while I stroke her
Stuck a Heineken bottle up in the a*s, a real joker

Used to run my bubble bath, tons of laughs, s*xy chick
Mad skills, she used to try to eat my excrement
Used to play Atari 1200, baby-sitter made me kiss her
Put hickeys on her stomach

Toya was a tomboy 'til we played catch a screw
Had her out past her curfew, Sheila had this perfume
That drove a nigga wild, was a child then, Gertrude
Used to put my face in her crotch

Spun my tongue around in a circle while she watched
Eiserea knew I was a player, brought Fatima, loud screamer
While I blew clouds of reefer, they s*cked juice out my urethra
While Marvin Gaye pumped from the speaker

Remember the times I hung with the dimes
Remember the times I f**ked a few
Remember the times I hung with the dimes
And all the wild things I used to do

Remember the times I hung with the dimes
Remember the times I f**ked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind
But none of them could touch you

Was only scared of them STDs, syphilis, VD and herpes
Daffy Duck-lookin' bitch burnt me, correction
Urinary tract infection, what I got for no protection
Was a horny dog, mornings waking up with a log

d**k stuck to my draws, wet dreams in the mind
Of a one-of-a-kind s*x fiend, Justine was luscious
Wanna cuff us when f**ked us, me and her best friend
This thick Texan named Tamika, English teacher

Wedding ring on finger, bent her big a*s over
The fold-out sofa, the weather was cold and Loretta
Would throw on nothing but a thong under the coat and
Put a show on just to show me she loved me

She would undress and wait in zero below weather
In slippers and a sun dress for me to arrive
Kept a freak in the ride with her head in my lap
The steering wheel's high

Remember the times I hung with the dimes
Remember the times I f**ked a few
Remember the times I hung with the dimes
And all the wild things I used to do

Remember the times I hung with the dimes
Remember the times I f**ked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind
But none of them could touch you

Thank God I got bank God, so f**k pimpin'
f**k broke condoms, pills and penicillin
Abortion clinics, I was one of the best who did it
Lesbian shit, wheelchair girls and midgets

Twin sisters, cousins, mothers and daughters
Some wasn't no quarters, long chin, some with funny odors
Long blond weaves, overweight, cottage cheese
Some I paid college fees, then they strip tease

And it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool
And the s*x gave me flashbacks when I was like eww
Mature with it now dog, here's the side of Nas
Principles are lined up, things prioritized

Se mama I left that alone, faded memories
The reason that I'm grown
It'd be senseless for us to lie about our old experiences
No longer are we tempted

Remember the times I hung with the dimes
Remember the times I f**ked a few
Remember the times I hung with the dimes
And all the wild things I used to do

Remember the times I hung with the dimes
Remember the times I f**ked a few
Remembering the times it was on my mind
But none of them could touch you

Nas - Street's Disciple

Nov 2004

1. A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People
2. Nazareth Savage
3. American Way
4. These Are Our Heroes
5. Disciple
6. Sekou Story
7. Live Now
8. Rest Of My Life
9. Just A Moment
10. Reason
11. You Know My Style
12. Suicide Bounce
13. Streets Disciple
14. U.B.R. (Unauthorized Biography Of Rakim)
15. Virgo
16. Remember The Times (Intro)
17. The Makings Of A Perfect Bitch
18. Getting Married
19. No One Else In The Room
20. Bridging The Gap
21. War
22. Me & You (Dedicated To Destiny)
23. Thief's Theme
24. Intro