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Growing Up
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feat. Lil' E
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"I'm a little mannish motherfucker
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I take after my older brother
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Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola.."
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[E-40]
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Here take a swig of this bourbon
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Hit that, hit that baby
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Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (Who dat?)
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Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
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AY NIGGA GET DOWN NIGGA! Ay nigga GET DOWN NIGGA (Shit!)
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Wuh, we about
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seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz
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On the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin 'D' (D!)
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Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
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of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
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generatin through mah street, a week
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Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright?
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When a motherfucker's starvin and strugglin
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even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin
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there STILL ain't gonna never be enough lovin!
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I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets
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I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad
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The walls is closin in, I wish I had a dad
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but left when I was ten, so moms is all I had
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And she was there for me until I ran away from the pad
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And now she disowned me and she don't claim me
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Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head
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before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared
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I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)
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I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin with this fast life
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Chorus: E-40 and Lil' E (repeat 2X)
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He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum
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or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, UH
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(He would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum
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or either in jail, or someone would shoot him)
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[E-40]
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Ah, I page my ties even though the money's filthy
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Don't wanna go to church, because I feel guilty
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Nope - I DON'T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gospel
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I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostal
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I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
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til I wash my hands and come clean
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Shit I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
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No life to give for that nastiness
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as a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child
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He's easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd
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I'm willin to do almost anything,
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whatever it takes to make my allowance
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I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance
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Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits
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Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and pullin licks
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Chorus
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[Lil' E]
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But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh)
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Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight)
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Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?)
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When it comes to this thang man I'm conniseur (conniseur)
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I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what?)
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I come off like dat
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Grew up around slick talkers (ah)
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A pa-a poppin con artists (what?)
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Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket
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(??) (??) bankrupt!
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[E-40]
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Boy you..
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Like you when I was younger
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but I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got older
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Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)
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Street smarts with a degree and a diploma
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Chorus 2X
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[E-40]
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Ah give it to me, uhh..
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Uhh..
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Uhh..
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Come on, uhh..
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Give it to me, uhh..
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Growing Up
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E-40 |