"I`m a little mannish motherf***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
Alright dude.. ay who who`s foolin' right there? (Who that?)
Alright n**** ay get down n**** .. {*gunfire starts going off*}
AY N**** GET DOWN N****! Ay n**** GET DOWN N**** (S***!)
Wuh, we about
Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-a** n****z
On the dopetrack workin' overtime full of f***in `D` (D!)
Runnin' through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' through my street, a week
Why motherf***ers gotta ask me how I`m doin if I`m alright?
When a motherf***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 would of 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-a** (??)
I ain`t gon` last if I keep f***in with this fast life
[Chorus:]
E-40 and Lil` E [Repeat: x2]
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 nothin' 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 want to go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope - I DON`T want to 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
S*** I`ll be hell of happy if I can just live to see sixteen
No life to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-a** 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 [unknown], 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 man (alright)
Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?)
When it comes to this thing man I`m connoisseur (connoisseur)
I read through the punk registry in the Robb Report (what?)
I come off like that
Grew up around slick talkers (ah)
A pa-a poppin' con artists (what?)
Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket
[unknown] 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: x2]
[E-40]
Ah give it to me, uhh..
Uhh..
Uhh..
Come on, uhh..
Give it to me, uhh..
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