Da Da DaHHH Songtext / Lyric

(Verse 1)

Yo, I gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomiting

Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia

Cranky, moody, burpin' while i'm cursin'

Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban

I'm only 3, and gotta chip motorola

A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller

Lyin, cryin, whinin', teasin'

Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin'

In the begining i was sinning

Kept my mama back and forth

To the hospital for the constant kickin'

Kept them ass whippin', I'm gettin them all

Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y'all

Do you get your ass whipped with your mom's bad luck

Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck

Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl

Throw her in a sandwich

Just a young boy doing grown man shit






(Chorus)

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 gas watchin' game of def with Bruce

Walkin' 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 mama's phone bill for callin' 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 happenin'

Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city

I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny

When EPMD dropped Its My Thing

I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game



(Chorus)

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 Sis i'm gonna make it bitch

So close to gettin' on i could taste the shit

In a hot ass room cuttin' 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 ho's got triflin' but much thicker

My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up

I test y'all with my def squad cam

And I dont stage show dive unless y'all amp

To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya

And any ho that didnt blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA!



(Chorus)

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit

Like still sqeezin' your titties

I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit

With a big ass car

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit

Rollin' better credit

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit

Yo yo shit is crazy

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit

Like smackin' your ass

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit

Like shaving my beard

Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit

I got hair on my chest!