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REDMAN lyrics : "Da Da DaHHH"

[Verse 1]
Yo, I gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomiting
Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia

Cranky, moody, burpin' while i'm cursin'
Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only 3, and gotta chip motorola

A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin, cryin, whinin', teasin'
Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin'

In the begining i was sinning
Kept my mama back and forth
To the hospital for the constant kickin'

Kept them $$# whippin', I'm gettin them all
Show off like Fodolo so $#&@ all y'all
Do you get your $$# whipped with your mom's bad luck

Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, $#&@ a girl
Throw her in a sandwich

Just a young boy doing grown man %#@!

[Chorus]

I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!
I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!
Like kickin' your $$#

I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!
Smokin' weed
I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!

All day check it out

[Verse 2]

I'm only 13 puttin' in work
Rockin' chinese shoes with high top converse but first
We was all gas watchin' game of def with Bruce

Walkin' home from the movies (* Red makes karate movie noises *)
I thought about the sex often
I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden

Light skin, chubby and %#@!
Ran my mama's phone bill for callin' Biggs Biggs Biggs
The old hands used to make them little ^!$$%z fight

The lead patch was the %#@! if you snatch it right
And everybody knew the pattern of pac man
Rams was 15 and that then was happenin'

^!$$%z used to get robbed at twin city
I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny
When EPMD dropped Its My Thing

I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game

[Chorus]

I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!
I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!
Like touchin' your tities

I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!
I'm just a young boy doing grown man %#@!
Like Stealin' my mama's car


[Verse 3]
I used to tell my Sis i'm gonna make it (*##$

So close to gettin' on i could taste the %#@!
In a hot $$# room cuttin' smooth operator
In my last year at West Side High I barley made it

Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State
I passed one class and still owe their $$# cake
For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th ave

Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
That was the days now the times switched up
Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed

Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker
My weed got better so easily i $#&@ed %#@! up
I test y'all with my def squad cam

And I dont stage show dive unless y'all amp
To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
And any ho that didnt blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA!


[Chorus]
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans %#@!

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans %#@!
Like still sqeezin' your !@%$
I'm just a grown man doing grown man %#@!
With a big $$# car
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans %#@!

Rollin' better credit
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans %#@!
Yo yo %#@! is crazy
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans %#@!
Like smackin' your $$#

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans %#@!
Like shaving my beard
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans %#@!
I got hair on my chest!

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