Paroles de la chanson Growing Up par Doodie Lo
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One, two, three, ayy, ayy, ayy
Doodie in this bitch, ayy
One for the money (Money), two for the show (Show)
Three for the guys (Guys), four for the fours (Fours)
Five for the ??? (Gang), ??? road (Yeah), six for the gangsters that be at my shows (Let's get it)
Seven for a week, I done made a bankroll
Eight for a eight, I done ate my holes (Ha)
Nine millimeter Smith & Wesson was my first gun
Ten blocks, he'll wait time 'til he race one (Grrah)
Jumped off on the porch early at eleven (Eleven)
Nine plus three equal twelve, mean you tellin' (Pussy)
Doodie in this bitch, ayy
One for the money (Money), two for the show (Show)
Three for the guys (Guys), four for the fours (Fours)
Five for the ??? (Gang), ??? road (Yeah), six for the gangsters that be at my shows (Let's get it)
Seven for a week, I done made a bankroll
Eight for a eight, I done ate my holes (Ha)
Nine millimeter Smith & Wesson was my first gun
Ten blocks, he'll wait time 'til he race one (Grrah)
Jumped off on the porch early at eleven (Eleven)
Nine plus three equal twelve, mean you tellin' (Pussy)
Thirteen, no joke, I was so rebellious (Rebellin')
Fourteen, playin' football, I was ??? (Yeah)
Fifteen, juvenile, sixteen, gettin' out
Seventeen, ??? who was pushin' out
Nineteen, I was fucked up and I was robbin' (Robbin')
Twenty-years-old, I'm, "Fuck goin' to college"
Twenty-one, they offer twenty-one to my cousin
Twenty-two, couple dudes deuce when I was clubbin'
Swish, twenty-three, like Jordan (Swish)
Recordin', I be rappin' every day, twenty-four hours, I'm recordin'
And Uncle Junior got twenty-five (Twenty-five), it hurt his soul when grandma died (Grandma died)
At twenty-seven, life on the line (On the line), made millions but it wasn't mine (It wasn't mine)
Fourteen, playin' football, I was ??? (Yeah)
Fifteen, juvenile, sixteen, gettin' out
Seventeen, ??? who was pushin' out
Nineteen, I was fucked up and I was robbin' (Robbin')
Twenty-years-old, I'm, "Fuck goin' to college"
Twenty-one, they offer twenty-one to my cousin
Twenty-two, couple dudes deuce when I was clubbin'
Swish, twenty-three, like Jordan (Swish)
Recordin', I be rappin' every day, twenty-four hours, I'm recordin'
And Uncle Junior got twenty-five (Twenty-five), it hurt his soul when grandma died (Grandma died)
At twenty-seven, life on the line (On the line), made millions but it wasn't mine (It wasn't mine)
Started rappin', shit I kept tryin' (Kept)
I was trappin', I ain't wanna sign (Wanna sign)
Keep a .30, do 'em dirty (Boom)
Hit his ass up twenty-eight times (Boom, boom)
Who ever thought I'd ever make it here to see twenty-nine? (Who ever though it)
This shit real life, this not a fuckin' rhyme
This shit real life
I came from the trenches, nigga, don't hate on me, ayy
Ayy, they gon' have to respect
Real nigga for life, Big Doodie Lo
You know how this shit go, OTF
I was trappin', I ain't wanna sign (Wanna sign)
Keep a .30, do 'em dirty (Boom)
Hit his ass up twenty-eight times (Boom, boom)
Who ever thought I'd ever make it here to see twenty-nine? (Who ever though it)
This shit real life, this not a fuckin' rhyme
This shit real life
I came from the trenches, nigga, don't hate on me, ayy
Ayy, they gon' have to respect
Real nigga for life, Big Doodie Lo
You know how this shit go, OTF
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