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E-40 : Growing Up lyrics

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E-40 lyrics : "Growing Up"

(feat. Lil' E)
"I'm a little mannish mother$#&@er
I take after my older brother

Started off selling [email protected][email protected]&&, 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 ^!$$% ay get down ^!$$% .. [gunfire starts going off]
AY !#$% GET DOWN !#$%! Ay ^!$$% GET DOWN !#$% (%#@!!)

Wuh, we about
seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass ^!$$%z
On the dopetrack workin overtime full of $#&@in 'D' (D!)

Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
generatin through mah street, a week

Why mother$#&@ers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright?
When a mother$#&@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 - 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 $#&@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)

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
%#@! 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


[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!

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]


Ah give it to me, uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..

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