| Okay, I remember the days
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| High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades
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| Troops, Lottos, and BKs, those was the days
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| Hi-tec 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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| Harris 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 Key Lo
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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 (old school)
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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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| In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
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| Hamwood and Diplomats
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| Played with Transformers, G.I. |
| Joe’s and Thundercats
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| We was lovin' that
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| Before they started jackin jacks
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| For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
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| College Park after dark, Crown Victorias police unmarked cars
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| Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain’t care
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| Kids was gettin stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin
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| Double dare ya touch shorty on the ass, that’s a bet
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| Want your Kool-Aid and sugar, smack your hands and say «sweat»
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| It’s mine now place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch
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| Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
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| Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice
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| Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace
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| Wit no conscience, broke niggas call 'em non cents
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| No comments, it’s Lil' Fate payin homage to College Park
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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 action
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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 got damn noise, man
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| — repeat 2X |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Growing Pains, artist - Ludacris. Album song Word Of Mouf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп