miércoles, 4 de junio de 2008

letra de grew up a screw up (ludacris) (ft.young jeezy)




[Notorious B.I.G. sample:] "I grew up a fuckin screw-upGot introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin blew up"[Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated]Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environmentWhether gettin money legally or ILLEGALLY. We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man!Yeah! Grew up a screw up babyGot introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yetLet's go!


[Ludacris]


Ever since I was an embryo, waitin to shape up and ship outSomethin in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!"Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped outCause when I came I was draped up and dripped outSnip the umbilical, spit the government chip outPeace out, A-Town gone and then I dipped outAnd oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked outI slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked outSomebody get him, the lil' nigga's out of controlPut a lil' bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and goldGold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescentThe essence of adolescence got my body feelin fresh'nfresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessin to rhyme and start reppinI was the best in my section with flows hard than erectionsStill the best but now I'm grown with more range than a tec'sAnd I'm a heavyweight you niggaz is lighter than my complexion


[Refrão: Notorious B.I.G. sample (4x)]


[Young Jeezy]


AyyyyY'all already know what it isI'ma tell you niggaC.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5


Homey fronted me a sip, shit I made it a birdThat's seventeen and a half, all I need is the wordSay the, ice is cool but them pots is hotYou better cook slow but that money come fastI got what you need I hope you brought all the cashYou know the kid pimpin all over the worldA hundred carats got me all over your girlYEAHHHHHHHHHHH, five freaks and my Gucci duffle bagA corporate thug, I run with a Playaz CircleI got a Field Mob that'll +Disturb+ your +Peace+Blowin Sean Jay, all we do is smokeFinish countin my bread and I was gettin some headWhassup?


[Refrão]


[Ludacris]


I'ma be all the way real with this, lookWhen I came into the game they ain't do nuttin but doubt meNow the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin without mePickin up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crownOnly reason you on that song is cause I turned that downI went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to BentleysAnd five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie'sFrom alright to handsome, from one room to mansionsFrom hangin on the block to throwin parties in the HamptonsFrom, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought aplane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTAFrom dice on the curb to stackin up chips, but harderFrom birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard yourwomen dawg I went from ashy to classyWent from a, kiss on the cheek to doin the nastyReach your hand up in the air and you can play with the starsIt's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playin your cardsBoyyy!


[Refrão]

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