Growing Up Lyrics

Growing Up

"I`m a little mannish motherf**ker
 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 f**kin `D` (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherf**kers gotta ask me how I`m doin if I`m alright?
When a motherf**ker`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 f**kin 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..