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"i'm a little mannish mother****er |
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I take after my older brother |
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Started off selling marijuana, but now i'm selling yola.." |
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[e-40] |
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Here take a swig of this bourbon |
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Hit that, hit that baby |
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Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (who dat?) |
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Aight nigga ay get down nigga .. {*gunfire starts going off*} |
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Ay nigga get down nigga! ay nigga get down nigga (shit!) |
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Wuh, we about |
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Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass niggaz |
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On the dopetrack workin overtime full of ****in 'd' (d!) |
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Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood |
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Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics |
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Generatin through mah street, a week |
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Why mother****ers gotta ask me how i'm doin if i'm alright? |
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When a mother****er's starvin and strugglin |
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Even on my hip pretty much needlin and jugglin |
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There still ain't gonna never be enough lovin! |
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I'm tired of rippin and runnin, dodgin and duckin bullets |
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I know my time is comin - death is on me bad |
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The walls is closin in, i wish i had a dad |
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But left when i was ten, so moms is all i had |
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And she was there for me until i ran away from the pad |
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And now she disowned me and she don't claim me |
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Reverend wouldja put some blessin oil on my head |
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Before i end up dead, gall bladder full of lead - scared |
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I guess a hard-head make a soft-ass (??) |
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I ain't gon' last if i keep ****in with this fast life |
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Chorus: e-40 and lil' e (repeat 2x) |
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He would grow up to be nothin but a hoodlum |
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Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh |
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(he would grow up to be nuttin but a hoodlum |
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Or either in jail, or someone would shoot him) |
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[e-40] |
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Ah, i page my ties even though the money's filthy |
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Don't wanna go to church, because i feel guilty |
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Nope - i don't wanna die - cause when the preacher preach the gospel |
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I be ready to cry - up in the church of pentecostal |
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I don't think i'ma make it to see twenty-five |
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Til i wash my hands and come clean |
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Shit i'll be hella happy if i can just live to see sixteen |
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No life to give for that nastiness |
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As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem child |
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He's easily influenced - hangin around the wrong crowd |
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I'm willin to do almost anything, |
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Whatever it takes to make my allowance |
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I'm on prescription medication, chemically off-balance |
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Got me snatchin up (??), pickin up hits |
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Pick-pickin indo's (do's), and pullin licks |
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Chorus |
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[lil' e] |
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But daddy? (yes son) tie my shoes (okay) lace me up (uh) |
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Hook me up, like a tow-track maaaaan (aight) |
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Ear-hustlin, make like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur (what?) |
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When it comes to this thang man i'm conniseur (conniseur) |
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I read through the punk registry in the robb report (what?) |
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I come off like dat |
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Grew up around slick talkers (ah) |
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A pa-a poppin con artists (what?) |
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Go straight to the (??) and get a bad leather jacket |
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(??) (??) bankrupt! |
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[e-40] |
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Boy you.. |
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Like you when i was younger |
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But i got my life together and i bettered myself as i got older |
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Na-uh now i entertain (entertain) a sss-uh, a-smeb rover (a smeb rover) |
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Street smarts with a degree and a diploma |
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Chorus 2x |
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[e-40] |
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Ah give it to me, uhh.. |
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Uhh.. |
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Uhh.. |
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Come on, uhh.. |
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Give it to me, uhh.. |