Growing Up

"i'm a little mannish motherfucker

I take after my older brother

Started off selling marijuana, but now i'm selling yola.."

[e-40]

Here take a swig of this bourbon

Hit that, hit that baby

Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (who dat?)

Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*}

Ay nigga get down nigga!　ay nigga get down nigga (shit!)

Wuh, we about

Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz

On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin 'd' (d!)

Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood

Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics

Generatin through mah street, a week

Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how i'm doin if i'm alright?

When a motherfucker's starvin and strugglin

Even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin

There still ain't gonna never be enough lovin!

I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets

I know my time is comin - death is on me bad

The walls is closin in, i wish i had a dad

But left when i was ten, so moms is all i had

And she was there for me until i ran away from the pad

And now she disowned me and she don't claim me

Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head

Before i end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared

I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)

I ain't gon' last if i keep fuckin with this fast life

Chorus: e-40 and lil' e (repeat 2x)

He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum

Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh

(he would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum

Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him)

[e-40]

Ah, i page my ties even though the money's filthy

Don't wanna go to church, because i feel guilty

Nope - i don't wanna die - cause when the preacher preach the gospel

I be ready to cry - up in the church of pentecostal

I don't think i'ma make it to see twenty-five

Til i wash my hands and come clean

Shit i'll be hella happy if i can just live to see sixteen

No life to give for that nastiness

As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child

He's easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd

I'm willin to do almost anything,

Whatever it takes to make my allowance

I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance

Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits

Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and pullin licks

Chorus

[lil' e]

But daddy? (yes son)　tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh)

Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight)

Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?)

When it comes to this thang man i'm conniseur (conniseur)

I read through the punk registry in the robb report (what?)

I come off like dat

Grew up around slick talkers (ah)

A pa-a poppin con artists (what?)

Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket

(??) (??) bankrupt!

[e-40]

Boy you..

Like you when i was younger

But i got my life together and i bettered myself as i got older

Na-uh now i entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)

Street smarts with a degree and a diploma

Chorus 2x

[e-40]

Ah give it to me, uhh..

Uhh..

Uhh..

Come on, uhh..

Give it to me, uhh..