Remembermelinda

Yeah, yeah, yeah This is a story, a modern day ghetto tragedy About the other side of the gang This shit backfired, you feel me? This time its just the way it happened so listen closely, you might learn something check it out I'm just sittin' smokin' weed and looking at some old pictures From mom's house of when I was a young boy (when I was a young boy) And the first one that I see is of me and Melinda On the roof throwin' gang signs The kind of homie that you don't find But she always kept things on her mind She never was my baby, we had a crush When we were younger We used to hump and that was it No bullshit, she was eleven I was ten But she meant more to me than any woman since