Reminisce (SWAT) Remix

[high pitch vocal sample] the years keep tickin', time keeps flyin' by But I ain't ready for the wrinkles, the grey in my hair, and it aint fair , because father time is putting up a fight, But We still got stories to write [Chorus female] Keep the vibe alive, Ain't no time to say goodbye, Chillin' with my folks, We gon’ ride this wave, Today we lookin' back, Just wanna feel this groove, Forever young, Keep the fun on loop, Party with my crew, That's the life, my truth. [high pitch female vocal sample] We still got stories to write [Verse 1 male vocals] Yo, check it, let's reminisce on them days of old, When we was young, wild, and out of control, SWAT Crew, yeah, we was known to throw down, From Barbecues in the park, to the clubs downtown. We was chasin' honeys, man, we was on the prowl, Drippin' in dope swag, acting crazy and mad fowl. Remember when we'd roll deep bumpin our beats. yelling YES we are Styles With Artistic Techniques. Beatin' on our chests, feelin' like we were the elites in the city streets to being with your girl in them sheets. Ha ha [Chorus female vocal] Keep the vibe alive, Ain't no time to say goodbye, Chillin' with my folks, We gon’ ride this wave, Today we lookin' back, Just wanna feel this groove, Forever young, Keep the fun on loop, Party with my crew, That's the life, my truth. [high pitch female vocal sample] We still got stories to write [Verse 2 male vocals] We was the kings of the block, painting our scenes, On every wall, our art, our dreams, Two turntables and a mic in the mix, scratching and beat jugglin into some dope-ass shit! [High pitch vocal sample] father time is putting up a fight, But We still got stories to write [Verse 3 male] it wasn't a party unless it was a SWAT party, Red Solo cups in the air, having fun without a care, Drinking incredible hulks, taking shots, and hittin' on all the thot’s, The Hoe train getting low on the dance floor, everyone is yelling I never had this much fun before. With our beats so fly, we'd bring the house down, that’s when everyone knew we were in town, In those days, man, we lived for the thrill, and not to just chill. Life was a wild ride when we was young but DAMN we had so much fun.. [Chorus] [High pitch vocal sample] the years keep tickin', time keeps flyin' by But I ain't ready for the wrinkles, the grey in my hair, and it aint fair , father time is putting up a fight, But We still got stories to write [BRIDGE Male Vocal] Now we older, but our memories are still sharp, We went From dealing with bullshit from the opp’s and running from the cops, to growing up raising our kids & paying our dues we still represent the Swat Crew! [Verse 4 male vocals] Yeah, we partied hard, from dusk till dawn, Fighting sleep, 'cause we knew the night was [BRIDGE] Now we older, but the memories still sharp, From dealing with bullshit from the opp’s and running from the cops, to growing up raising our kids & paying our dues we still represent the Swat Crew! [Verse 4] Yeah, we partied hard, from dusk till dawn, Fighting sleep, 'cause we knew the night was long, From house party's to the crazy ass fights, We lived for the moment, even we were wrong we’re were always right. Them nights we were kings, no one could touch, Had the city in our palms, we didn't care much, Now we look back, with a smile on our face, Rememberin' how we used to run this place. [Chorus] [High pitch vocal sample] father time is putting up a fight, But We still got stories to write [Chorus} Keep the vibe alive, Ain't no time to say goodbye, Chillin' with my folks, We gon’ ride this wave, Ain't lookin' back, Just wanna feel this groove, Forever young, Keep the fun on loop, Party with my crew, That's the life, my truth. [outro 1] We older now, wisdom flowin’, but never lost sight, Them wild, reckless nights, always ready for a fight. Reppin' the 505, where dreams collide and rise, From the ashes of struggle to the bright blue skies. See, life’s a melody, we the composers of our fate, From reckless youth to legends, we don’t mind the hate. Them streets still call, echoes of our past, But we movin’ forward, legacies that’ll last. [Chorus] [High pitch vocal sample] the years keep tickin', time keeps flyin' by But I ain't ready for the wrinkles, the grey in my hair, and it aint fair , father time is putting up a fight, But We still got stories to write