Growing Pains Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Okay, I remember the days 

High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades 

Troops, Lottos, and BKs, those was the days 

Hi-tec boots spray painted witcha names 

T-shirts airbrushed that read the same 

Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial 

Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember? 

Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die 

Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 

When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed 

Just to reiterate dog those was the days 

Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around 

Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Key Lo 

Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco 

While playboys stepped in talent shows 

Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool 

Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) 

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We were tryin so hard 

Hard to survive 

'Cause even though we were young 

We had to stay strong 

No matter what we went through 

It was me and my crew 

And that's how it went 

When we were kids 

In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown 

Hamwood and Diplomats 

Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats 

We was lovin' that 

Before they started jackin' jacks 

For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through 

College Park after dark, Crown Victorias police unmarked cars 

Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain't care 

Kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin' 

Double dare ya touch shorty on the ass, that's a bet 

Want your Kool-Aid and sugar, smack your hands and say "sweat" 

It's mine now place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch 

Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch 

Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice 

Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace 

Wit no conscience, broke niggas call 'em non cents 

No comments, it's Lil' Fate payin' homage to College Park 

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We were tryin' so hard 

Hard to survive 

'Cause even though we were young 

We had to stay strong 

No matter what we went through 

It was me and my crew 

And that's how it went 

When we were kids 

I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat 

I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back 

With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches 

And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches 

A child of the corn been wild since I was born 

Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn 

Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy 

Wherever I go they went they my buddies 

I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets 

Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats 

Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats 

Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf 

When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for action 

Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one 

Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys 

And be with the people makin' all that got damn noise, man 

We were tryin' so hard 

Hard to survive 

'Cause even though we were young 

We had to stay strong 

No matter what we went through 

It was me and my crew 

And that's how it went 

When we were kids 

We were tryin' so hard 

Hard to survive 

'Cause even though we were young 

We had to stay strong 

No matter what we went through 

It was me and my crew 

And that's how it went 

When we were kids