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


