Growing Up – E-40 – letras

« I’m a little mannish motherfuckerI take after my older brotherStarted off selling marijuana, but now I’m selling yola.. »[E-40]Here take a swig of this bourbonHit that, hit that babyAight 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 aboutseventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggazOn the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin ‘D’ (D!)Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhoodof about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcoticsgeneratin through mah street, a weekWhy motherfuckers gotta ask me how I’m doin if I’m alright?When a motherfucker’s starvin and strugglineven on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglinthere STILL ain’t gonna never be enough lovin!I’m tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bulletsI KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN – death is on me badThe walls is closin in, I wish I had a dadbut left when I was ten, so moms is all I hadAnd she was there for me until I ran away from the padAnd now she disowned me and she don’t claim meReverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my headbefore I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead – scaredI guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)I ain’t gon’ last if I keep fuckin with this fast lifeChorus: E-40 and Lil’ E (repeat 2X)He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlumor either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH(He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlumor either in jail, or someone would shoot him)[E-40]Ah, I page my ties even though the money’s filthyDon’t wanna go to church, because I feel guiltyNope – I DON’T WANNA DIE – cause when the preacher preach the gospelI BE READY TO CRY – up in the Church of PentecostalI don’t think I’ma make it to see twenty-fivetil I wash my hands and come cleanShit I’ll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteenNo life to give for that nastinessas a rebellious disobedient-ass problem childHe’s easily influenced – hangin around the wrong crowdI’m willin to do almost anything,whatever it takes to make my allowanceI’m on prescription medication, chemically off-balanceGot me snatchin up (??), pickin up hitsPick-pickin indo’s (do’s), and pullin licksChorus[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 datGrew 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 youngerbut I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got olderNa-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)Street smarts with a degree and a diplomaChorus 2X[E-40]Ah give it to me, uhh..Uhh..Uhh..Come on, uhh..