[Intro: E-40]
"I'm a little mannish motherf**er
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***a ay get down n***a .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
AY ni**a GET DOWN ni**a! Ay n***a GET DOWN ni**a (sh**!)
[Verse 1: E-40]
Wuh, we about
Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-a** n***as
On the dopetrack workin overtime full of f**in 'D' (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherf**ers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright?
When a motherf**er'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 - d**h 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-a** (??)
I ain't gon' last if I keep f**in 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)
[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** I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen
No life to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-a** 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]
[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 s**-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 2X]
[E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..