Growing Up
"i'm a little mannish ************
I take after my older brother
Started off selling *********, 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 ***** ay get down ***** .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
Ay ***** get down *****! ay ***** get down ***** (****!)
Wuh, we about
Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass ******
On the ********* workin overtime full of 'd' (d!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin through mah street, a week
Why m gotta ask me how i'm doin if i'm alright?
When a ************'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 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
**** 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..
Growing UpLRC歌词
"i'm a little mannish ************
I take after my older brother
Started off selling *********, 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 ***** ay get down ***** .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
Ay ***** get down *****! ay ***** get down ***** (****!)
Wuh, we about
Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass ******
On the ********* workin overtime full of 'd' (d!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin through mah street, a week
Why m gotta ask me how i'm doin if i'm alright?
When a ************'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 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
**** 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..
