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Growing Pains
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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 same
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Features Of This Song
gangsta rap influence
southern 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
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