Disturbing Tha Peace

Lil Fate

Shawnna

Ludacris

Scarface

Keon Bryce

Growing Pains (Do It Again) Rmx (Album Version (Explicit))

Hip-Hop

Golden Grain

High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades

Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days

High tech boots spray painted witcha names

Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial

Harry's Photos, group shots, can you remember?

Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die

Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5

When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed

Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around

Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Kilo

Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school

It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood

On the softball team I was swingin' that wood

I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds

Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on

And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone

I was sick to my stomach, couldn't eat for days

Sweepin' beauty shops, saving, making minimum wage

Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet

A whole pack'a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street

We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules

A summertime splash party get you in the pool

Ladies if ya feel it - holla back cause you wit me

Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki

This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city

Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate, Shawnna you wit me

I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat

I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back

With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches

And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches

A child of the corn been wild since I was born

Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn

Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy

I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets

Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats

Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats

Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf

When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ac-tion!

Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one

Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys

And be with the people makin all that god damn noise, man

I remember, Swatch Watches, Izod, Berries

Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans

Borrowing dope paint was all good if ya head-bang

Long as you was ridin, you ain't need to have game

And even back then chicks were starvin' touch status

You either had a car, favorite Jordan, or kept static

Old school homies did nothin but block rag

Momma had to monitor the niggas ya hung around

To the point when you came in the house when they came around

And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me

It's good they kicked my ass outta' the school, fuck the principal

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Do it again .
Do it a .
Let's do it again .
Do it a .

(Let's do it again)
Okay, I remember the days
High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades
Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days
High tech boots spray painted witcha names
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial
Harry's Photos, group shots, can you remember?
Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around
Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Kilo
Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco
While playboys stepped in talent shows
Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool
Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school

(Let's do it again)

It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood
On the softball team I was swingin' that wood
I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds
Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads
Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on
And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone
I was sick to my stomach, couldn't eat for days
Sweepin' beauty shops, saving, making minimum wage
Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet
A whole pack'a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street
We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules
A summertime splash party get you in the pool
Ladies if ya feel it - holla back cause you wit me
Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki

This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city
Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate, Shawnna you wit me

We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through

It was me and my crew
And that's how it went
When we were kids

I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat
I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy
Wherever I go they went they my buddies
I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets
Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf

When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ac-tion!
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And be with the people makin all that god damn noise, man

I remember, Swatch Watches, Izod, Berries
Levi Denims, dried eyed jerry-curls
Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans
Straight leg Lee's on, sewn at the seams
Borrowing dope paint was all good if ya head-bang
Long as you was ridin, you ain't need to have game
And even back then chicks were starvin' touch status
You either had a car, favorite Jordan, or kept static
Old school homies did nothin but block rag
Stay gone off the Olde E and pop James
Momma had to monitor the niggas ya hung around

To the point when you came in the house when they came around
And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me
And even back in 1983 shit was crazy
Young, black, broke, drunk, beer, smoke
It's good they kicked my ass outta' the school, fuck the principal

We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And that's how it went
When we were kids

We were tryin so hard
Hard to survive
Cause even though we were young
We had to stay strong
No matter what we went through
It was me and my crew
And that's how it went
When we were kids

Let's do it again .
Do it a .
Let's do it again .
Do it a .
Let's do it again .
Do it a .
Let's do it again .
Do it a .
Let's do it again .

Growing Pains (Do It Again) Rmx (Album Version (Explicit))

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