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[Verse 1] Yo, I got a back ache, stomach ache, diarrhea, vomiting Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia Cranky, moody, burpin' while I'm cursin' Baby chair tied in a Suburban drinkin' bourbon I'm only 3, and gotta chip Motorola A hoochie babysitter with snitches on the stroller Lyin', cryin', whinin', teethin' Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin' In the beginning I was sinning, kept my mama Back and forth to the hospital for the constant kickin' Kept a ass whippin', I'm get in the mall Show off like I'm for dolo, so fuck all y'all Then you get your ass whooped, wish your moms bad luck Like I hope, you, get, hit, by a truck Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl, put 'em in a sandwich Just a young boy doing grown man shit [Hook] 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 gassed watchin' Game of Death with Bruce Walkin' home from the movies (wattaha, wattaha, wattaha) I thought about the sex often,I even kept a Hard one for them white girls on Magic Garden Light skin, chubby and shit, ran my mama's Phone bill up for callin' "Biggs Biggs Biggs" The old heads used to make them little niggas fight The Lee patch was the shit if you stitch it right And everybody knew the pattern to Pac-Man Grams was 15 and that then was happenin' Niggas used to get robbed at twin city I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny When EPMD dropped "It's My Thing" I said "Damn, I gotta get up in this rap game" [Hook] 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 little sis' "I'm gonna make it bitch!" So close to gettin' on that I could taste the shit In a hot ass room cuttin' Smooth Operator In my last year at West Side High I barely made it Flipping eightballs, going to Montclair State I passed one class and still owe they ass cake For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th Ave Sell white boys oregano, dash, then we laugh That was the days now the times switched up Son either walk them dogs snuffing or get snuffed Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker My weed got better so easily I fuck shit up I test y'all with my Def Squad camp And I don't stage show dive unless y'all amped To all my fans, yo, "Arrivederchi to ya!" And any ho that didn't blow Doc, "I never knew ya!" [Hook] Now I'm a grown man doing grown man shit Now I'm a grown man doing grown man shit Like still squeezin' your titties I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit With a big ass car I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit Rollin' better chronic I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit Yo yo shit is crazy out here I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit Like smackin' yo ass I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit Like shaving my beard I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit I got hair on my chest Look at it