| The way we was raised
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| It was hard, ya know
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| But at tha same time
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| It was real sweet
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| That’s why
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| We call it the Jolly Rancher Days
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| Cuz it was sweet ya know
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| Wasn’t no time like ya childhood
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| Even though it was hard
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| That’s why I call ‘em Jolly Rancher Days
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| Hard but sweet
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| Tha way I was raised wasn’t nice at all
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| Stay at ya friend house
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| Next day you fightin' ya dawg
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| Stealin' pitbulls
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| Just to fight tha dog
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| Love hidin n go seek when tha lights was off
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| Trouble seemed to find us thug
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| One move out tha hood
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| It’s all good
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| Last words, keep in touch thug
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| This before we was fuckin', kissin', and touchin'
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| Eggin' people cars
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| Pissin' in public
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| Stealin' reflectors, puttin' ‘em on my new Benz
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| And I ain’t talkin' bout a car
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| I’m talkin' bout a Schwinn
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| Bicycle
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| Crazy how you be grateful for havin' so little
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| Hard but sweet
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| Remember Calvin used to let a nigga sit in his Jeep
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| In a daze, turnin' his wheel
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| Like his shit for me
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| Sunday, at tha park
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| Everybody actin' foolish
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| Uncles fucked up
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| Aunties poppin' they coochie
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| Jolly Rancher Days
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| Hard but sweet
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| That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
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| Hard but sweet
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| That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
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| Nigga knock on tha block almost everyday
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| First one go to sleep
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| Get tha toothpaste
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| A lot of stuff we did wasn’t real
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| Pickin' on kids
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| Bein' bullies for real
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| Learned early that it wasn’t no Santa Clause
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| Cuz Daddy tell us every Christmas
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| I got that for ya’ll
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| What he got wasn’t a lot
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| But it was all gravy
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| One kid got a Nintendo
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| We all played it
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| Couldn’t afford tha barbershop
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| So Bronson cut us
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| Cousin shot my cousin
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| Another struggle
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| But his comin' home party was a muthafucka
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| So every dark day
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| We saw a brighter day comin'
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| Mama would say
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| Boy you bet not ask me for no money
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| Then turn right around and grab us
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| And tickle our stomach
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| Steal my cousin clothes
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| Rock ‘em like they mine
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| 3 size bigger but it’s still a shine
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| This is tha Jolly Rancher days
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| Hard but sweet
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| That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
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| Hard but sweet
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| That’s why I call em Jolly Rancher days
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| Silk tank tops and silk boxers
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| Back then that was like real Versace
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| Hard but sweet
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| At first, gunshots would scare us
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| We would hit tha flo'
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| Got used to ‘em
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| Now them gunshots would turn to jokes
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| Old people in my hood ain’t really have much
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| But dope dealers looked out for ‘em
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| So they wasn’t sayin' nothin'
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| But when tha dealers went to jail
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| It was a sad song
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| But it brought smiles
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| Seein' tha next nigga jump on
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| Comin' up I seen plenty they money long
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| Same niggas started hittin' tha pipe
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| Now they money gone
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| Them was tha days
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| Water fights, clownin' in tha projects
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| Get ya first piece of pussy
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| Tell everybody
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| Watchin' my cousin sell crack
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| Gettin' bankrolls
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| But they sellin' it to our family members
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| Ain’t that cold
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| Sad when niggas hit tha pen
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| Leave they son and daughter
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| But nobody missed his comin' home party
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| Hard but sweet
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| A lot of days it was hard to eat
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| But Auntie Margie would fill that void for me
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| We used to steal out tha stores
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| Sell candy at school
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| Go steal us some mo'
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| Dollar Now Laters wasn’t much long as we wasn’t broke
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| Go to tha pool
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| Act a fool, know what I’m talkin' bout
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| But this was LSU pool
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| So they always put us out
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| Winter time we still had fun
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| Crazy how 1 cover can keep 5 kids warm
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| Jolly Rancher days
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| BOOSIE TALKIN' TIL THE END |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard But Sweet, artist - Boosie Badazz. Album song Bleek Mode (Thug In Peace Lil Bleek), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп