Growing Pains (Do It Again) Rmx - Album Version

Do it again

Do it a

Let's do it again

Do it a

Okay I remember the days

High rights low lefts even stevens and fades

Troops Lottos and BK's those was the days

High tech 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 b**ch 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

'Fore 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

F**k them new model cars we ridin' old school

It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood

On the softball team I was swingin' that wood

I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds

Jelly shoes hair braided wit 1000 beads

Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on

And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone

I was sick to my stomach couldn't eat for days

Sweepin' beauty shops saving making minimum wage

Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet

A whole pack'a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street

We playin' catch a boy freak a boy switchin' up the rules

A summertime splash party get you in the pool

Ladies if ya feel it - holla back cause you wit me

Shout my ni**a Keya Tony Mack Jalay Nikki

This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city

Ludacris Face Lil' Fate Shawnna you wit me

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 pales 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 click 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

Let's do it 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

I remember Swiss Watches Izod Berries

Levi Denims dried eyed jerry-curls

Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans

Straight leg Lee's on sewn at the seams

Borrowing d**e tape was all good if ya head-bang

Long as you was ridin' you ain't need to have a gang

And even back then chicks was starvin' the church status

You even had a car; favorite drawer that kept stack

Old school homies did nothin' but block red

Stay gon' off the old E and pop Zan's

Mama had to mourn over it ** ya hang around

To the point when you came in the house when they came around

And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me

And even back in 1983 sh*t was crazy

Young black broke drunk be a smoke

It's good they kicked my a** outta' the school f**k the principal

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

Let's do it again

Do it a

Let's do it again

Do it a

Let's do it again

Do it a

Let's do it again

Do it a

Let's do it again