growin' up I think I'm growin' up Growin' up I think I'm growin' up Growin' up I think I'm growin' up Growin' up I think I'm growin' up (***) (***) (***) (***)
I'm just tryin to have the best of things None of y'all can't take shit from me Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free So I'ma ride til the wheels fall
come screaming attack like I just stepped on one Low on the totem till he showed 'em Defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit His bridges, he out grow
[Dre] Yeah whattup Detroit? [Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two
short circuit Hands high Touch the sky Get 'em up Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up (get 'em up) [VERSE 1] We goin'
hoes Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes Niggas don't want
s finest So, said it all Get up on all of my own Cause Jersey's what I think about when I think of home Don't let know one get close to you except the
when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited means you simply ain't down [ ROUND 2: Shaquel Shabazz ] Wake up
here I come screaming attack like I just stepped on one Low on the totem till he showed 'em Defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit His britches, he out grow
on droppin' the torch And it won't be, long 'til this sport is O V E R, just blazin' and we are knockin' them doors and no we Ain't pumpkins on Halloween
see? The B O N E or the Mo, T H U Ge's Nigga we grow like trees And I'ma fuck a nigga up, buck a nigga up Beat a nigga up, what nigga? I'm a Thug on
the vapors, more pub than the papers More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid Common Sense: Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown
nigga Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born
pound to throw down and strut Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up" I just want to jam 4 you I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up I just want
a pound for the cause Rollin' up cannabis seteva, hittin' the Mary Jane Smokin' the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin' on Hurricane Ready to smoke on the endo, rollin' up
to you get get that weed sac, oh here they go, wit my sock hey put your seat belt on cuz theres hella cops parked up the block, well nigaa bust a uey then, nigga fire up
see woman livin' me coochie like, catch (Catch) Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, hey Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support Throw up