Текст, перевод и аккорды “Growing Up”
- 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 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 fuckin 'D' (D!) Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics generatin through mah street, a week Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm alright? When a motherfucker'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 fuckin 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..
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