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    "Growing Up" Lyrics

    E-40

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    I'm a little mannish motherfucker
    I take after my older brother
    Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola
    Here take a swig of this bourbon
    [Incomprehensible]
    Hit that, hit that, baby

    Aight dude, aye who who's foolin' right there?
    Who dat?
    Aight nigga, aye, get down nigga
    Aye nigga, get down nigga
    Aye nigga, get down nigga
    Shit!

    Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mail mannish
    Hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz
    On the dope track workin' overtime full of fuckin '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 mom's 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

    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 nothin' 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 nothin' but a hoodlum
    Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

    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 [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
    Pick-pickin' indo's and pullin' licks

    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 nothin' 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 nothin' but a hoodlum
    Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

    But daddy?
    Yes son
    Tie my shoes
    Okay
    Lace me up, hook me up
    Like a tow-track, man
    Aight
    Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur
    What?

    When it comes to this thang man I'm connoisseur
    Connoisseur
    I read through the punk registry in the robb report
    What?
    I come off like dat
    Grew up around slick talkers
    A po-po-poppin' con artists
    What?
    Go straight to the [Incomprehensible] and get a bad leather jacket
    Boy you
    [Incomprehensible] bankrupt

    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, a sss-uh, a-smeb rover
    Street smarts with a degree and a diploma

    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 nothin' 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 nothin' 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 nothin' 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 nothin' but a hoodlum
    Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him

    Ah, give it to me, uhh
    Uhh uhh
    Come on, uhh
    Give it to me, uhh
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Earl T. Stevens, Marvin Whitemon, Antonio M. Hardy, Marcel Theo Hall, Marlon Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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