| Do it again.
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| Do it a.
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| Let’s do it again.
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| Do it a.
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| (let's do it again)
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| Okay, I remember the days
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| High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades
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| Troops, Lottos, and BK’s, those was the days
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| High tech boots spray painted witcha names
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| T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
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| Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial
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| Harry’s Photos, group shots, can you remember?
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| Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die
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| Didn’t lie shot his-self in the head with the 4−5
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| When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
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| Just to reiterate dog those was the days
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| Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around
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| Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Kilo
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| Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco
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| While playboys stepped in talent shows
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| Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool
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| Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school
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| (let's do it again)
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| It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood
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| On the softball team I was swingin' that wood
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| I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds
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| Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads
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| Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on
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| And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone
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| I was sick to my stomach, couldn’t eat for days
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| Sweepin' beauty shops, saving, making minimum wage
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| Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet
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| A whole pack’a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street
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| We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules
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| A summertime splash party get you in the pool
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| Ladies if ya feel it — holla back cause you wit me
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| Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki
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| This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city
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| Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate, Shawnna you wit me
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| We were tryin so hard
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| Hard to survive
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| Cause even though we were young
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| We had to stay strong
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| No matter what we went through
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| It was me and my crew
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| And that’s how it went
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| When we were kids
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| I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat
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| I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
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| With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
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| And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches
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| A child of the corn been wild since I was born
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| Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn
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| Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy
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| Wherever I go they went they my buddies
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| I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets
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| Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats
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| Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
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| Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
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| When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ac-tion!
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| Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
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| Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
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| And be with the people makin all that god damn noise, man
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| I remember, Swatch Watches, Izod, Berries
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| Levi Denims, dried eyed jerry-curls
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| Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans
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| Straight leg Lee’s on, sewn at the seams
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| Borrowing dope paint was all good if ya head-bang
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| Long as you was ridin, you ain’t need to have game
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| And even back then chicks were starvin' touch status
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| You either had a car, favorite Jordan, or kept static
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| Old school homies did nothin but block rag
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| Stay gone off the Olde E and pop James
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| Momma had to monitor the niggas ya hung around
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| To the point when you came in the house when they came around
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| And — My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me
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| And even back in 1983 shit was crazy
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| Young, black, broke, drunk, beer, smoke
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| It’s good they kicked my ass outta' the school, fuck the principal
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| We were tryin so hard
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| Hard to survive
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| Cause even though we were young
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| We had to stay strong
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| No matter what we went through
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| It was me and my crew
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| And that’s how it went
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| When we were kids
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| We were tryin so hard
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| Hard to survive
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| Cause even though we were young
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| We had to stay strong
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| No matter what we went through
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| It was me and my crew
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| And that’s how it went
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| When we were kids
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| Let’s do it again.
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| Do it a.
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| Let’s do it again.
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| Do it a.
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| Let’s do it again.
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| Do it a.
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| Let’s do it again.
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| Do it a.
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| Let’s do it again. |