Grown Man

[Talib Kweli] Uh, okaaay Yeah, it's gorgeous I wrote this rhyme in Hawaii while admiring the beautiful stars To go to Big Dip or Jupiter, Mars And from a yard in Brooklyn, hit my usual bars I rock the Japanese denim and the Cuban cigars Pack my trees coming in from the Bay Like Too $hort I chill with Long Beach Mike and Dave New York its, Mr. International, I paddle down a hundred rivers Know enough, then I show up rollin with a hundred niggas I pull my pants up and start forcin up like dancer Get up, stand up, we need to man up I got a picture of my kids as my screensaver A grown ass man, I stopped dressin like a teenager Plus I got my executive bars up These regular art-usts just reckless and none trust Cussin cause the streets tight brewed where I come from The only streets you know is the white dude from London, please [Hook] You ain't got a leg to stand on I'm the man in every city that I land on I'm in your spot, I'm putting me and my mans on Don't mind me, I'm just getting my grown man on Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on Don't mind me, I'm just getting my grown man on [Rapper Big Pooh] It's a hundred outside, sixty-five in the ride Butter soft seats, linin on, see me slide Out, no yeses, know who the best is Fuck who the rest is, my aura impresses These young niggas start and stop with a necklace Your turn Pooh but I like leavin em breathless Green and purple haze, sprinklin some grey Summer green low when I'm posted in the Bay Underground in the A, I like home in DC Any borough, any time, NYC Back in NC, everybody Feel a sense of pride when they hearin LB Link with Kweli, makin music that's timeless For the rhymeless, you can find this {Where at?} In your grown ass man section If you lookin for that other shit homie then keep steppin, uh [Hook] [Phonte] Uh, I was thinkin back on summer's past When me and my niggas was rollin down Summit Ave Windows down with the pedal to the floor Just how long ago? Man you don't wanna ask, hah I laugh cause it passed by oh so quickly And my life went just the way I planned it I mean I know a nigga got signed cause he got rhymes But I got kids, got bills, goddamn it So I ain't got no time for that kiddy rap, chitter chat Homie with each word I'm paintin a backdrop Ain't got time for bullshitters cause life's the big picture In each rhyme I give you a snapshot Go to the crib and see old flames who missed they old frames Talkin bout how their life passed em by I tell em "Baby, you ain't got to be so cold Just cause you twice as old don't mean you have to stop" uh [Hook]