[verse 1]
Yo i gotta back ache stomach ache diahrea vomiting
Cold feet runny nose head ache insomnia
Cranky moody burpinand' while iand'm cursinand'
Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkinand' burban
Iand'm only 3 and gotta chip motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin cryin whininand' teasinand'
Suckinand' tities like i had years of breast feedinand'
In the begining i was sinning
Kept my mama back and forth
To the hospital for the constant kickinand'
Kept them ass whippinand', iand'm gettin them all
Show off like fodolo so fuck all yand'all
Do you get your ass whipped with your momand's bad luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playinand' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
[chorus]
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like kickinand' your ass
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Smokinand' weed
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
All day check it out
[verse 2]
Iand'm only 13 puttinand' in work
Rockinand' chinese shoes with high top converse but first
We was all gas watchinand' game of def with bruce
Walkinand' 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 mamaand's phone bill for callinand' 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 happeninand'
Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city
I was cuttinand' on sland's glue with a penny
When epmd dropped its my thing
I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game
[chorus]
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like touchinand' your tities
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Iand'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like stealinand' my mamaand's car
[verse 3]
I used to tell my sis iand'm gonna make it bitch
So close to gettinand' on i could taste the shit
In a hot ass room cuttinand' 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 hoand's got triflinand' but much thicker
My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up
I test yand'all with my def squad cam
And i dont stage show dive unless yand'all amp
To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
And any ho that didnt blow doc, i never knew ya!
[chorus]
Now iand'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Now iand'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like still sqeezinand' your titties
Iand'm just a grown man doing grown man shit
With a big ass car
Now iand'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Rollinand' better credit
Now iand'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Yo yo shit is crazy
Now iand'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like smackinand' your ass
Now iand'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like shaving my beard
Now iand'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
I got hair on my chest!
