E-40 - 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..