Growing Pains by Blu & Exile (Ft. Fashawn & Johaz)
Growing Pains by Blu & Exile (Ft. Fashawn & Johaz)

Growing Pains

Blu & Exile & Fashawn & Johaz * Track #11 On Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them

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Growing Pains by Blu & Exile (Ft. Fashawn & Johaz)

Release Date
Tue Sep 04 2012
Performed by
Blu & ExileFashawn & Johaz
Produced by
Exile
Writed by
Exile & Johaz & Fashawn & Blu
About

This track appears as the 11th song on the mastered version of the 2012 album, Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them. The not-mastered version of the tape, Give Me My Flowers While I Can Smell Them, which has a different cover and hit the internet in 2009, features this song under the titl...

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Growing Pains Lyrics

[Intro: Johaz]
Remember when niggas used to play twenty-one
For like six hours up at Lindberg?
Or-or-or, or remember in Tijuana man?
We used to be fucking with Tecmo Bowl
You know I had to be Bo Jackson
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Johaz]
Nappy-headed snot nose, lawn full of potholes
Grew up in the town where your shoes called zapatos
Was a skinny nigga so the people call me flaco
My older cousin Reggie was my only other honcho
Every Sunday morning, we would go to the mercado
Piece up on a soda and some fifty cent tacos
Buy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachos
Headed across the border, with my mom to her trabajo
This to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and I
Held a nigga down from pre-school to junior high
Never had a lot but always comin' through when do or die
Always had a smile but on the inside, you would cry
Always told me use my mind, the world is your canvas
Moved in '94, the same year as Illmatic
Then back to the block with John in elastic
The way he lost his life in that car, it was tragic
Tried to understand it, still can't get a grip
Seven years later, niggas still don't give a shit
Down on bended knee, thankin God that we hit a lick
Barely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' rich
Always knew the boy could spit, niggas call me Battlestar
Learned most of my game from the routes of Mt. Agalar
Still the fastest in my P.E. class
One love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
There was once two brothers of the same breed
The same type, wore each other's Nikes
Tighter than tube socks, even dressed alike
Any drama, throw the gloves on, let 'em fight
In the backyard, or the front lawn
Meet little Corey, and young Shawn
Before puberty hit, the two of 'em skipped
School on the usual tip, polluted the strip
Corey's mom always left weed around the house
Corey called Shawn, next thing you know, he sneakin' out
To help him with his hustle, on his daily route
Until one day, they ran into a scuffle
With some youngins from the other side
Corey didn't make it, Shawn survived
But his lost his best friend in the midst of bullets flying
Hard to even smile but he's tryin'
But, you know what they say, uh

[Hook: Fashawn]
Cause everybody grows
And everybody knows
That time moves fast
I just wanna make the good times last, you live and you learn
Cause everybody grows
And everybody knows
That time moves fast
I just wanna make the good times last, you live and you learn

[Verse 3: Blu]
Said I already got that Swisher rolled
Gangsta boogie to the liquor store
Puttin young akh on shit, a kid who shouldn't know
Uno to waitresses, kissin on your sister's nose
Meetin Martell at the mall, just to hook a ho
Hoochie cooch on the box when my pops pushed the night
Cookin' white, sidekick was grits and sugared rice
Hooded nights at the cypher, round table, no mic
Like, "You ain't know Get Like Me?" No dice
Hide-and-seek with a fly freak, shy like a geek
Gettin' credit for a kiss on the cheek, you ain't beat
Gettin' beats from the motif, pass on the Casio
Wanted that one and a mil', before Casio
Always had a savvy flow, back when it was cavi-
So Cali 'cause I roll in a Caddy
Sag fully, I be feelin' that hood, G
Still hold cold since that one ho pushed me
Come on, how could he?
A rookie still buildin' up my memory stats
Black, my phone got stole, give me three years then hit me back
Brrrrrring, ch-ch-chirping
Something something something, no, chill nigga, I'm working

[Verse 4: Exile & Fashawn]
Yo, pornos in the range-range, hidden for the main vein
Took 'em from Pop's stash, then after, made pot ash
Listening to King T, forties on empty
Memories of times before the 2000MP
Heart was never empty, pockets super empty
Beggin' for change to fill his stomach on empty
Times were more more simply, face was too pimply
But still hittin chicks, young, dumb, off of rum
No condom on some stupid shit, in love on some Cupid shit
Pure heart, fell in love with many of these stupid chicks
But that's how it go though, homie snorting No-Doz
Car-hoppin' stealing everything, alarm would ring
Run before one time spotted us
Dumb shit we hold very deep inside the heart of us
Uh, yeah, yeah, but, you know what they say, uh

[Hook: Fashawn]
Cause everybody grows
And everybody knows
That time moves fast
I just wanna make the good times last, you live and you learn

Growing Pains Q&A

Who wrote Growing Pains's ?

Growing Pains was written by Exile & Johaz & Fashawn & Blu.

Who produced Growing Pains's ?

Growing Pains was produced by Exile.

When did Blu & Exile release Growing Pains?

Blu & Exile released Growing Pains on Tue Sep 04 2012.

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