[Verse 1] Yo I gotta back ache stomach ache diahrea vomiting Cold feet runny nose head ache insomnia Cranky moody burpin' while i'm cursin' Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban I'm only 3 and gotta chip motorola A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller Lyin cryin whinin' teasin' Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin' In the begining i was sinning Kept my mama back and forth To the hospital for the constant kickin' Kept them ass whippin', I'm gettin them all Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y'all Do you get your ass whipped with your mom's bad luck Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl Throw her in a sandwich Just a young boy doing grown man shit
[Chorus] I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Like kickin' your ass I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Smokin' weed I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit All day check it out
[Verse 2] I'm only 13 puttin' in work Rockin' chinese shoes with high top converse but first We was all gas watchin' game of def with Bruce Walkin' home from the movies (* Red makes karate movie noises *) I thought about the sex often I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden Light skin, chubby and shit Ran my mama's phone bill for callin' Biggs Biggs Biggs The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right And everybody knew the pattern of pac man Rams was 15 and that then was happenin' Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny When EPMD dropped Its My Thing I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game
[Chorus] I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Like touchin' your tities I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit Like Stealin' my mama's car
[Verse 3] I used to tell my Sis i'm gonna make it bitch So close to gettin' on i could taste the shit In a hot ass room cuttin' smooth operator In my last year at West Side High I barley made it Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State I passed one class and still owe their ass cake For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th ave Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed That was the days now the times switched up Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up I test y'all with my def squad cam And I dont stage show dive unless y'all amp To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya And any ho that didnt blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA!
[Chorus] Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Like still sqeezin' your titties I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit With a big ass car Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Rollin' better credit Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Yo yo shit is crazy Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Like smackin' your ass Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit Like shaving my beard Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit I got hair on my chest! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
