"i'm a little mannish ************ I take after my older brother Started off selling *********, but now i'm selling yola.." [e-40] Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that baby Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (who dat?) Aight ***** ay get down ***** .. {*gunfire starts going off*} Ay ***** get down *****! ay ***** get down ***** (****!) Wuh, we about Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass ****** On the ********* workin overtime full of 'd' (d!) Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics Generatin through mah street, a week Why m gotta ask me how i'm doin if i'm alright? When a ************'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 (??) I ain't gon' last if i keep with this fast life Chorus: e-40 and lil' e (repeat 2x) 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) [e-40] 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'ma make it to see twenty-five Til i wash my hands and come clean **** 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 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 (??), 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 maaaaan (aight) Ear-hustlin, make like 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 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! [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 2x [e-40] Ah give it to me, uhh.. Uhh.. Uhh.. Come on, uhh.. Give it to me, uhh..
"i'm a little mannish ************ I take after my older brother Started off selling *********, but now i'm selling yola.." [e-40] Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that baby Aight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (who dat?) Aight ***** ay get down ***** .. {*gunfire starts going off*} Ay ***** get down *****! ay ***** get down ***** (****!) Wuh, we about Seventy-five extra mail mannish hard-headed hoodlum-ass ****** On the ********* workin overtime full of 'd' (d!) Runnin through somewhere in the neighborhood Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics Generatin through mah street, a week Why m gotta ask me how i'm doin if i'm alright? When a ************'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 (??) I ain't gon' last if i keep with this fast life Chorus: e-40 and lil' e (repeat 2x) 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) [e-40] 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'ma make it to see twenty-five Til i wash my hands and come clean **** 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 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 (??), 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 maaaaan (aight) Ear-hustlin, make like 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 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! [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 2x [e-40] Ah give it to me, uhh.. Uhh.. Uhh.. Come on, uhh.. Give it to me, uhh..
