Текст песни E-40 f Lil` E - Growing Up
E-40 f Lil` E - Growing Up слова песни
"I`m a little mannish motherfucker I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana, but now I`m selling yola.."[E-40]Here take a swig of this bourbonHit that, hit that babyAight 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 aboutseventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggazOn the dopetrack workin overtime full of fuckin `D` (D!)Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhoodof about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcoticsgeneratin through mah street, a weekWhy motherfuckers gotta ask me how I`m doin if I`m alright?When a motherfucker`s starvin and strugglineven on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglinthere STILL ain`t gonna never be enough lovin!I`m tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bulletsI KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me badThe walls is closin in, I wish I had a dadbut left when I was ten, so moms is all I hadAnd she was there for me until I ran away from the padAnd now she disowned me and she don`t claim meReverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my headbefore I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scaredI guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)I ain`t gon` last if I keep fuckin with this fast lifeChorus: E-40 and Lil` E (repeat 2X)He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlumor 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 filthyDon`t wanna go to church, because I feel guiltyNope - I DON`T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gospelI BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of PentecostalI don`t think I`ma make it to see twenty-five til I wash my hands and come cleanShit I`ll be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteenNo life to give for that nastinessas a rebellious disobedient-ass problem childHe`s easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowdI`m willin to do almost anything, whatever it takes to make my allowanceI`m on prescription medication, chemically off-balanceGot me snatchin up (??), pickin up hitsPick-pickin indo`s (do`s), and pullin licksChorus[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 datGrew 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 youngerbut I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got olderNa-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)Street smarts with a degree and a diplomaChorus 2X[E-40]Ah give it to me, uhh..Uhh..Uhh..Come on, uhh..Give it to me, uhh..