Fes Taylor - Remember Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]Remember I held you down, when you was never aroundWhen I needed you, really wanted to be with youGet married by a crip, now preceded toBreak up, some how, thought was unbelievableYou act like you too good for me, I taught you how to be a ladyNow you being shady, trynna drive me crazyGave you tennis bracelets, benjamins, big facesTook you to big places, when I mistakenI'll never love again, I tell a chick we can be *****ing friendsCut buddies, you can get a nut from meNo bucks, honey, never give a slut, moneyHate me at first, but after we *****, they love meBut I don't trust a bunny, I see 'em staringWhile I'm busting 20's, they fake, don't like me, they just lust to winI'm not looking for a wife, most *****es is trifeFlex girl, put an end to his lifeThe shit that I wrote, my baby moms switch to a dykeBut she still try to ***** me, make me think she do it out of spiteTrue facts straight from the heart, I'm gone with the windFessy Bogart, I'm just playing my part*****es they say they love you, hoes know I don't trust youLadies if I offend you, it's just the shit I've been throughI tell a chick, I don't care if you faithfulI got ten more to replace you, so make movesI'm cold hearted, cuz I'm a whole different person nowFeel like my soul parted, it's no bargainsMy way or the highway, the place ain't no loveLike ma, you can read what the sign sayI used to be a sucker for fine babes, since the 49 daysGet head era, with rebel line fadesBut now, I tell 'em simply if you ***** with meYou can be as pretty as meYeah, I'm Fes Taylor incorporated, sports illustratedSame *****es saying you wish we was dating[Interlude: Fes Taylor]Yo, Fes Taylor, manYo ***** that punk smooth shit, manKick something for the gangstas, man[Fes Taylor]Remember the riots where Kase diedRemember throwing up dubs, we used to take prideShaolin, I'm from the place where cops'll kill youThis one here for Shock T, locked, I feel youWe gon' try to appeal you, these niggas fake, time to reveal youThe truth like a handgun, they trynna conceal proofI bring it to the table, I put 'em out they miseryLike horses with broke legs in the stableYou spit fables, flip cake to, we made duePut money in, in this label, it's phase twoLocked down the industry now, even my enemies boundBlow eight in the morgue, sneakers alone, three thou'I choose death over the penetentiaryPicture a label pimping me like I'm a sissy MCWhy I'm not signed, ain't enough zero's on the contractFor me to put my name on the dotted line, bottom line
