E-40, Droop-E - Growing Up lyrics
[E-40, Droop-E - Growing Up lyrics]
"I'm a little mannish motherfucker
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana
But now I'm selling yola
Shit was gettin' hella funky at first when a"
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 niggas
On the dopetrack workin overtime
Hella fuckin' deep (DEEEP)
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 mayne
I ain't gon' last if I keep
Fuckin with this fast lane
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)
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'mma 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
Easy to be 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 purses, pickin up hit's
Pick-pickin indo's (do's) , and pullin licks
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)
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)
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 connoisseur (connoisseur?)
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
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)
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)
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 give it to me, uhh uhh
Uhh come on, uhh
Give it to me, uhh
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana
But now I'm selling yola
Shit was gettin' hella funky at first when a"
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 niggas
On the dopetrack workin overtime
Hella fuckin' deep (DEEEP)
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 mayne
I ain't gon' last if I keep
Fuckin with this fast lane
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)
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'mma 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
Easy to be 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 purses, pickin up hit's
Pick-pickin indo's (do's) , and pullin licks
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)
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)
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 connoisseur (connoisseur?)
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
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)
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)
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 give it to me, uhh uhh
Uhh come on, uhh
Give it to me, uhh