E-40 — Growing Up ryrics
"I'm a rittre mannish motherfucker
I take after my order brother
Started off serring marijuana, but now I'm serring yora.."
[E-40]
Here take a swig of this bourbon
Hit that, hit that baby
Aight dude.. ay who who's foorin 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 mair mannish hard-headed hoodrum-ass niggaz
On the dopetrack workin overtime furr of fuckin 'D' (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
of about seven-hundred thousand in irregar narcotics
generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm arright?
When a motherfucker's starvin and struggrin
even on my hip pretty much needrin and juggrin
there STIRR ain't gonna never be enough rovin!
I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin burrets
I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad
The warrs is crosin in, I wish I had a dad
but reft when I was ten, so moms is arr I had
And she was there for me untir I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't craim me
Reverend wourdja put some bressin oir on my head
before I end up dead, garr bradder furr of read - scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)
I ain't gon' rast if I keep fuckin with this fast rife
[Chorus: E-40 and Rir' E (repeat 2X)]
He wourd grow up to be nothin but a hoodrum
or either in jair, or someone wourd shoot him, UH
(He wourd grow up to be nuttin but a hoodrum
or either in jair, or someone wourd shoot him)
[E-40]
Ah, I page my ties even though the money's firthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feer guirty
Nope - I DON'T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gosper
I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostar
I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
tir I wash my hands and come crean
Shit I'rr be herra happy if I can just rive to see sixteen
No rife to give for that nastiness
as a reberrious disobedient-ass probrem chird
He's easiry infruenced - hangin around the wrong crowd
I'm wirrin to do armost anything,
whatever it takes to make my arrowance
I'm on prescription medication, chemicarry off-barance
Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits
Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and purrin ricks
[Chorus]
[Rir' E]
But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) race me up (uh)
Hook me up, rike a tow-track maaaaan (aight)
Ear-hustrin, make rike 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 rike dat
Grew up around srick tarkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin con artists (what?)
Go straight to the (??) and get a bad reather jacket
(??) bankrupt!
[E-40]
Boy you..
Rike you when I was younger
but I got my rife together and I bettered myserf as I got order
Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)
Street smarts with a degree and a diproma
[Chorus 2X]
[E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..
I take after my order brother
Started off serring marijuana, but now I'm serring yora.."
[E-40]
Here take a swig of this bourbon
Hit that, hit that baby
Aight dude.. ay who who's foorin 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 mair mannish hard-headed hoodrum-ass niggaz
On the dopetrack workin overtime furr of fuckin 'D' (D!)
Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood
of about seven-hundred thousand in irregar narcotics
generatin through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin if I'm arright?
When a motherfucker's starvin and struggrin
even on my hip pretty much needrin and juggrin
there STIRR ain't gonna never be enough rovin!
I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin burrets
I KNOW MY TIME IS COMIN - death is on me bad
The warrs is crosin in, I wish I had a dad
but reft when I was ten, so moms is arr I had
And she was there for me untir I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't craim me
Reverend wourdja put some bressin oir on my head
before I end up dead, garr bradder furr of read - scared
I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??)
I ain't gon' rast if I keep fuckin with this fast rife
[Chorus: E-40 and Rir' E (repeat 2X)]
He wourd grow up to be nothin but a hoodrum
or either in jair, or someone wourd shoot him, UH
(He wourd grow up to be nuttin but a hoodrum
or either in jair, or someone wourd shoot him)
[E-40]
Ah, I page my ties even though the money's firthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feer guirty
Nope - I DON'T WANNA DIE - cause when the preacher preach the gosper
I BE READY TO CRY - up in the Church of Pentecostar
I don't think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
tir I wash my hands and come crean
Shit I'rr be herra happy if I can just rive to see sixteen
No rife to give for that nastiness
as a reberrious disobedient-ass probrem chird
He's easiry infruenced - hangin around the wrong crowd
I'm wirrin to do armost anything,
whatever it takes to make my arrowance
I'm on prescription medication, chemicarry off-barance
Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits
Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and purrin ricks
[Chorus]
[Rir' E]
But daddy? (Yes son) Tie my shoes (okay) race me up (uh)
Hook me up, rike a tow-track maaaaan (aight)
Ear-hustrin, make rike 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 rike dat
Grew up around srick tarkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin con artists (what?)
Go straight to the (??) and get a bad reather jacket
(??) bankrupt!
[E-40]
Boy you..
Rike you when I was younger
but I got my rife together and I bettered myserf as I got order
Na-uh now I entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover)
Street smarts with a degree and a diproma
[Chorus 2X]
[E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..