Текст (слова) песни: Turk - Growing Up

(feat. Mickey And Christina)

[Mickey]
I ain`t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that
Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that
Ol` G`s taught us game, we was made like that
Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac
Laid flat
My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin
Me and brother didn`t like tha way my mother was (?)
So we promised to get my momma out
Betta car, betta house
And if daddy ain`t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse
I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life
No heat, no light at tha crib at night
Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night
Cause them fiends`ll try to steal yo life
Muthafucka this Chicago
Everything I live for, I die for
Cash Money tha click I`ll ride for
Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn`t fuckin wit me
Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey
Cash Money Millionaires nigga

[Hook(Turk)]
Growing up was hard in them project bricks
I ain`t gone even lie dawg I ain`t neva had shit
It was hard dawg wit out a father figure
Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga

[Christina]
Nigga I`m from city where niggaz gang bang and shit
Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit
I tote em quick and make chickens get over
Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over
Shit I`m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin
Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin
Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto
Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow
Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto
Slimmy`s pack simmy`s, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto
Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart
Hit tha roach, don`t smoke, it`ll have u senseless in tha ghetto
Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto
I`m glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto
True divas neva settle for tha ghetto
Come on, and that`s real Cash Money nigga

[Hook]

[Turk]
Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard
Couldn`t keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn`t have funds
In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn`t have air
Daddy wasn`t even around like he didn`t even care
I ain`t gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off
At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn`t at all
Used to keep a pair of tenny`s for atleast 6 months
When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up
Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock
Didn`t have no telephone or no cable box
Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live
One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal
Livin on welfare and my momma`s pray
Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell
Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin
up

[Hook]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Turk - Growing Up (feat. Mickey And Christina) [Mickey] I ain`t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that Ol` G`s taught us game, we was made like that Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac Laid flat My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin Me and brother didn`t like tha way my mother was (?) So we promised to get my momma out Betta car, betta house And if daddy ain`t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life No heat, no light at tha crib at night Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night Cause them fiends`ll try to steal yo life Muthafucka this Chicago Everything I live for, I die for Cash Money tha click I`ll ride for Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn`t fuckin wit me Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey Cash Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk)] Growing up was hard in them project bricks I ain`t gone even lie dawg I ain`t neva had shit It was hard dawg wit out a father figure Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga [Christina] Nigga I`m from city where niggaz gang bang and shit Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit I tote em quick and make chickens get over Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over Shit I`m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto Slimmy`s pack simmy`s, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Hit tha roach, don`t smoke, it`ll have u senseless in tha ghetto Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto I`m glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto True divas neva settle for tha ghetto Come on, and that`s real Cash Money nigga [Hook] [Turk] Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard Couldn`t keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn`t have funds In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn`t have air Daddy wasn`t even around like he didn`t even care I ain`t gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn`t at all Used to keep a pair of tenny`s for atleast 6 months When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock Didn`t have no telephone or no cable box Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal Livin on welfare and my momma`s pray Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Growing Up: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/19875.html Все тексты песен: Turk » Turk - Freak Da Hoes (featuring Mannie Fresh) » Turk - Bout To Go Down » Turk - Freak Da Hoes » Turk - One Saturday Night » Turk - Untamed Guerilla » Turk - Keep It Ghetto » Turk - What Would You Do » Turk - Soldierette » Turk - It`s In Me » Turk - Trife Livin` » Turk - Trife Livin » Turk - Hallways & Cuts » Turk - Growing Up » Turk - Yes We Do » Turk - What Would You Do » Turk - It`s In Me (Radio Edit) » Turk - One Saturday Night (featuring Mannie Fre » Turk - All Night » Turk - Who Put it Together » Turk - Bout To Go Down Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Фролова - Монолог Ксении Блаженной Петербуржской » Евгений Клячкин - По ночной Москве идет девчонка... » Евгений Клячкин - Вы извините эти вольности » Е.Власова - Северное сияние » Егор летов - Мы в глубокой жопе » Евгений Банников - Год собачий » Евгений Клячкин - Баллада о жилье (дуэт для ватика и оле) » Евгения Ланцберг - С тех пор, как Вы вернули мне покой... » Елена Решетняк - Наш дом » Евгений Клячкин - Поздняя цыганочка » Ефим Ташлицкий - Как сладка боль воспоминаний... » Евгений Клячкин - Эрец Исраэль » Егор летов - Солдатами не рождаются » Евгений Клячкин - Весенняя » Евгений Бабенко - Песенка фаталиста » Евгений Мартынов - Яблони в цвету » Егор летов - Система » Евгений Банников - Прошли года » Елена Фролова - Пять » Елена Фролова - Базилид
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