Growing Up Lyrics
| Song | Growing Up |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Tha Hall Of Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| "i'm a little mannish mother****er | |
| I take after my older brother | |
| Started off selling marijuana, but now i'm selling yola.." | |
| [e-40] | |
| Here take a swig of this bourbon | |
| Hit that, hit that baby | |
| Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (who dat?) | |
| Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*} | |
| Ay nigga get down nigga! ay nigga get down nigga (shit!) | |
| Wuh, we about | |
| Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz | |
| 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) | |
| [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'ma make it to see twenty-five | |
| Til i wash my hands and come clean | |
| Shit 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| [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! | |
| [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.. |
| " i' m a little mannish mother er | |
| I take after my older brother | |
| Started off selling marijuana, but now i' m selling yola.." | |
| e40 | |
| Here take a swig of this bourbon | |
| Hit that, hit that baby | |
| Aight dude.. ay who who' s foolin right there? who dat? | |
| Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. gunfire starts going off | |
| Ay nigga get down nigga! ay nigga get down nigga shit! | |
| Wuh, we about | |
| Seventyfive extra mail mannish hardheaded hoodlumass niggaz | |
| On the dopetrack workin overtime full of in ' d' d! | |
| Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood | |
| Of about sevenhundred 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 hardhead make a softass ?? | |
| I ain' t gon' last if i keep in with this fast life | |
| Chorus: e40 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 | |
| e40 | |
| 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 twentyfive | |
| Til i wash my hands and come clean | |
| Shit i' ll be hella happy if i can just live to see sixteen | |
| No life to give for that nastiness | |
| As a rebellious disobedientass 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 offbalance | |
| Got me snatchin up ??, pickin up hits | |
| Pickpickin indo' s do' s, and pullin licks | |
| Chorus | |
| lil' e | |
| But daddy? yes son tie my shoes okay lace me up uh | |
| Hook me up, like a towtrack maaaaan aight | |
| Earhustlin, make like a pampered suckup gameasaur 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 paa poppin con artists what? | |
| Go straight to the ?? and get a bad leather jacket | |
| ?? ?? bankrupt! | |
| e40 | |
| Boy you.. | |
| Like you when i was younger | |
| But i got my life together and i bettered myself as i got older | |
| Nauh now i entertain entertain a sssuh, asmeb rover a smeb rover | |
| Street smarts with a degree and a diploma | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| e40 | |
| Ah give it to me, uhh.. | |
| Uhh.. | |
| Uhh.. | |
| Come on, uhh.. | |
| Give it to me, uhh.. |
| " i' m a little mannish mother er | |
| I take after my older brother | |
| Started off selling marijuana, but now i' m selling yola.." | |
| e40 | |
| Here take a swig of this bourbon | |
| Hit that, hit that baby | |
| Aight dude.. ay who who' s foolin right there? who dat? | |
| Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. gunfire starts going off | |
| Ay nigga get down nigga! ay nigga get down nigga shit! | |
| Wuh, we about | |
| Seventyfive extra mail mannish hardheaded hoodlumass niggaz | |
| On the dopetrack workin overtime full of in ' d' d! | |
| Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood | |
| Of about sevenhundred 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 hardhead make a softass ?? | |
| I ain' t gon' last if i keep in with this fast life | |
| Chorus: e40 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 | |
| e40 | |
| 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 twentyfive | |
| Til i wash my hands and come clean | |
| Shit i' ll be hella happy if i can just live to see sixteen | |
| No life to give for that nastiness | |
| As a rebellious disobedientass 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 offbalance | |
| Got me snatchin up ??, pickin up hits | |
| Pickpickin indo' s do' s, and pullin licks | |
| Chorus | |
| lil' e | |
| But daddy? yes son tie my shoes okay lace me up uh | |
| Hook me up, like a towtrack maaaaan aight | |
| Earhustlin, make like a pampered suckup gameasaur 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 paa poppin con artists what? | |
| Go straight to the ?? and get a bad leather jacket | |
| ?? ?? bankrupt! | |
| e40 | |
| Boy you.. | |
| Like you when i was younger | |
| But i got my life together and i bettered myself as i got older | |
| Nauh now i entertain entertain a sssuh, asmeb rover a smeb rover | |
| Street smarts with a degree and a diploma | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| e40 | |
| Ah give it to me, uhh.. | |
| Uhh.. | |
| Uhh.. | |
| Come on, uhh.. | |
| Give it to me, uhh.. |
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