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E-40

"Growing Up"

[Intro: E-40]
"I'm a little mannish motherf*cker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola.."
Here take a swig of this bourbon
Hit that, hit that baby
Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (Who dat?)
Aight n*gga ay get down n*gga .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
AY n*ggA GET DOWN n*ggA! Ay n*gga GET DOWN n*ggA (sh*t!)

[Verse 1: E-40]
Wuh, we about
Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass n*ggas
On the dopetrack workin overtime full of f*ckin 'D' (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherf*ckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright?
When a motherf*cker'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*ckin with this fast life

[Chorus: E-40 and (Lil' E)]
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)
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)

[Verse 2: 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'mma make it to see twenty-five
Til I wash my hands and come clean
sh*t 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: E-40 and (Lil' E)]
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)
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)

[Verse 3: 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!

[Bridge: 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: E-40 and (Lil' E)]
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)
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)
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)


[Outro: E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..

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