Studio Ton - Growing Up lyrics

[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..