Growing Pains
Lyrics
Okay, I remember the days, high rights, low lefts Even Stevens and fades, troops, Lottos, and B K's Those was the days, high tech boots spray painted witcha names T-shirts airbrushed that read the samefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
gangsta rap influencesouthern rap roots
r&b influences
danceable beats
southern vocal twang
clear pronunciation
violent lyrics
lyrics that tell a story
the use of chordal patterning
a tight kick sound
acoustic drum samples
a slow moving bass line
layered electric guitar riffs
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings
production by a respected producer
lyrics by a famous rap artist
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around No matter what we went through, it was me and my crew I was simply red from the years, I been holdin' back Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school And be with the people makin' all that got damn noise, man In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown, Hamwood and Diplomats T-shirts airbrushed that read the same Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain't care When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for action No comments, it's Lil' Fate payin homage to College Park Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say “Ouch” Rockin' Damage, Cross Colour and Paco Okay, I remember the days, high rights, low lefts Just to reiterate dog those was the days And that's how it went when we were kids Wit no conscience, broke niggaz call 'em nonsense Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats Even Stevens and fades, troops, Lottos, and B K's No matter what we went through, it was me and my crew Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf And that's how it went when we were kids Wherever I go they went they my buddies While playboys stepped in talent shows I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., IRVING MUSIC INC Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice Kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin' For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through No matter what we went through, it was me and my crew College Park after dark, Crown Victorias police unmarked cars And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches We were tryin' so hard, hard to survive Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember? Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn 'Cause even though we were young, we had to stay strong Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys 'Cause even though we were young, we had to stay strong It's mine now place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets Want your Kool-Aid and sugar, smack your hands and say "sweat" We was lovin' that before they started jackin' jacks Double dare ya touch shorty on the ass, that's a bet Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool And that's how it went when we were kids And that's how it went when we were kids When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed Those was the days, high tech boots spray painted witcha names With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats We were tryin' so hard, hard to survive 'Cause even though we were young, we had to stay strong Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats Songwriters: William Bell, Chris Bridges, P Franci, Booker Jones, Arbie Wilson No matter what we went through, it was me and my crew Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 (Old school) We were tryin' so hard, hard to survive Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial A child of the corn been wild since I was born used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin' Key Lo 'Cause even though we were young, we had to stay strong Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace We were tryin' so hard, hard to survive


