Grown Man

Yeah, C and Neef baby

We grown men (rock wit me)

I don't know what they told you (rock wit me)

But I'm a grown man ma (we grown men ma)

Neef grown to baby (he grown to baby)

(we gettin couple dollars to baby, yea!!)

(we get our own cake to baby)

I know we in our late teens

She my down ass chick

Love me plus she like to come down my strip

Get paralyzed wipe down my shit

I love ya boo

Your my bugaboo

Type bug your boo

All day all night then I murk when the birds chirp

"YEEAAH", If you want it

"YEEAAH", Baby you can get it

Still doin shows and after parties

And after the party its back to the party at our crib

**** stinjy we party where I live

**** offended like beg your pardon that my chick (is that yo chick)

Excuse me this ain't her first time here

And don't approach me like that, get roasted like that

Damn shorty playin wit your emotions like that

You a grown man she got'chu open like that

You put somethin around her finger

Now she got'chu wrapped around her finger its official

Well that's you that's what'chu get for trickin

Keep givin her doe she take care of the Chris- and

I play my position, yup, give her the dick and

Come in her come soon as I'm done tell her I'm skippin

She like, now that'chu got what'chu wanted you actin different

Im like

"YEEAAH"

"YEEAAH"

Still doin shows and after parties

And after the party its back to the party at our crib

"YEEAAH", If you want it

"YEEAAH", Baby you can get it

Still doin shows and after parties

And after the party its back to the party at our crib

If you want it, you can get it

You can come, but'chu can't live here

If I hit it, I want Chris to hit it

To I know you wit it bitches

Mad cause I partied then danced up wit your girl friend

Smoked and bent mainly drunk off Cris'

And I wasn't even feelin that bitch

She actin all pissy same time saditty

A little bit silly I can't even get a quickie

Never that, got a area code for every city

Couple young freaks, couple old heads that dig me

Thinkin they gon' mold me, knowin they can't control me

Young'n been fuckin old head ain't shit you showed me

Got a walk like George and I talk like Goldie

Nope you can't hold me from hittin your homies

I do enough rappin at work listen to oldies

"YEEAAH", If you want it

"YEEAAH", Baby you can get it

Still doin shows and after parties

And after the party its back to the party at our crib