Growing Pains (Do It Again) [Remix] Disturbing tha Peace (Ft. Fate Wilson, Keon Bryce, Ludacris, Scarface & Shawnna)
[Intro]
Do it again
Do it a—, let's do it again
Do it a—, let's do it again
[Verse 1: Fate Wilson]
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 with ya names
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
Thick herringbone chain, one gold with your initial
Harry's 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 four-five
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
Just to reiterate, dawg, those was the days
'Fore the invasions of haters, mane, crews from all around
Used to get down at True Flavors, bumpin' Kilo
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)
[Verse 2: Shawnna]
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 with a thousand beads
Mama sittin' on the porch 'til 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, makin' minimum wage
Then I copped a 10-speed and got back on my feet
A whole pack of girls ridin' twenty-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 with me
Shout my nigga Keya, Toni Mack, Jayla and Nikki
This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city
Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate and Shawnna you with me? We tryin' hard
Do it again
Do it a—, let's do it again
Do it a—, let's do it again
[Verse 1: Fate Wilson]
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 with ya names
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
Thick herringbone chain, one gold with your initial
Harry's 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 four-five
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
Just to reiterate, dawg, those was the days
'Fore the invasions of haters, mane, crews from all around
Used to get down at True Flavors, bumpin' Kilo
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)
[Verse 2: Shawnna]
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 with a thousand beads
Mama sittin' on the porch 'til 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, makin' minimum wage
Then I copped a 10-speed and got back on my feet
A whole pack of girls ridin' twenty-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 with me
Shout my nigga Keya, Toni Mack, Jayla and Nikki
This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city
Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate and Shawnna you with me? We tryin' hard
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