Remember Yesterday - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Good loving, good love

Good loving, good love

Good loving, is so hard to find

I met you woman, and I just can’t get enough, yeah

And if you want some this, care right now now now now

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting on youuuu you you…

Remember remember remember remember yesterday

Do you remember remember remember remember yesterday?

Do you remember remember remember remember yesterday?

Do you remember remember remember remember yesterday?

You know it ain’t nothin like family, y’all nigga my dogs

And we gon' be there 'til the end of the road

And stay on the mission to get this dough

Cause we are family, you know we been trues

You know what we’ve been through, we’ve got nothin to lose

Y’all call my name and I’ll be there

Dawg (dawg) they done lost they mind

Thinkin Bone will divide up and throw this whole vibe away

But we are every day people, every day people

We just niggas doin what we’ve got to do

Uh-huh, uh-huh, but still we’ve got to be united

And try to fight it

Lay down, get down!

You know we really done broke these niggas down

Ain’t nobody been through what we’ve been through

Ain’t nobody gon' watch your back like I do

It’s an every day thang, over +Crept and We Came+

Feelin this game, servin this up, that’s really that murder mayne

How I rhyme and I flow, I get it straight from my Thuggstaz

When I die I really wanna go right next to my Thuggstaz

Cleveland, Cleveland is where I come from, come from

Leavin, leavin, that’s how we came up

Ooh, and can’t nobody believe it;

yes, you better believe it

Trendsetters in this game and we really ain’t leavin

With all my dogs, just admit that we are raw

With all of y’all behind us we will never fall

All-oh-all-oh-all-oh-all-oh-all (what's that)

And nigga let the world go around and around

Livin out in this strugglin, hustlin just to get down

Some of us need a memoir, and some of us need the crowd

Children of the underground

Remember how we clowned havin fun, rippin and runnin around town, so dumb

But where we from means anything and a gun

Sounds that they hear in the suburbs

And chirpin they birds, my nigga chirpin the suburbian

On the curb, Layzie he was rollin up the herb

So superb that ya beat is twirkin

A little nigga earned, feelin broke 'til the motherfucker still splurgin

Snatchin purses and sellin dubs and twurkin, twurkin, twurkin

I was talkin in the church, in the church, in the church

And then everybody dressed up

And you know they was perpin, they perpin, they perpin

They not knowin, they not knowin, knowin