ترانه:
Black Just Making Memories

! I'm just making memories, good times or bad, (I'm making, I'm making) I'm just making memories, you're the best that I've had. I'm just making memories

day That one of us would want to run away As separate as black from blue And easy as a hundred years of solitude PRECHORUS CHORUS The night so lonely A heart so black

that he's free at last All he had was his mother left Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better But he's black so he's

you're still precious, just smile for me now Oh, won't you smile for me? (Just smile for me now) Oh, won't you smile for me? (Nigga you black, smile

Let?s make a toast to the good times Let?s have a toast for the cash flow Make a toast to a new thang on the arm of a bad hoe Make a toast to the bad

of L.A. Doin' it the O.G. way, it's sorta like The Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me So this is dedicated to the memory of The Notorious One, the

pocket Well, you just might start to melt them down And they'll come around So keep your friends close And your enemies in your pocket And it's a lively color not black

since my days you Rock vest just to push your range No doubt about it we grew up in the cloud Read up in your magazine just to see what were about Peep

those days are gone, they're just memories And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream But those days are gone, they're just memories [Verse 3 -