Bishop Lamont - "Grow Up" (Prod. by Dr. Dre) | Текст песни

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• Bishop Lamont
• "Grow Up" (Prod. by Dr. Dre)

[Verse 1:]
I use to think fucking up was cool
Loved ditchin' class, till I didn't pass high school
My dad always said it's easier to keep up
Then it is to catch up
But all I did was mess up
Roll around the streets
Get drunk and shoplift
Freestyle meanwhile I continue to bullshit
A teenage life, when you think you know everything
About everything, and don't know a damn thing
Hit the Shaw, liquor, bank, then the gas station
Get to duckin', when they buckin', gang altercation
We scatter, then come right back
Shit riskin' our lives, but never saw it like that
Few blocks down the street, couple fools get capped
Nigga bullets ain't pick-y, it could of been a wrap
It never hits home, till your homie get clapped
You at the funeral with tears, sayin' to yourself
"You Gotta Grow Up!"

[Chorus]
You not a kid no more
I think it's time to grow
Homie you better know
You know it's time to grow up
Cause nigga you too grown
Get out and get your own
Them childish ways are gone
I think you better grow up

[Verse 2:]
You got a Bentley, but can't keep gas in it
A Gucci wallet, but ain't got cash in it
Go out to eat, it's your treat, then at the last minute
Say you forgot it, never had it, wan't them to spend it
Now that's an interesting thang
Cause in your video
Ya havin' so much blang
A few days ago I heard you pawned that chain
Instead of coppin' that
You should of copped the food chain
V-necks, mohawks, just ain't me
Shit it barely looked right on Mr. T
Your biker chains, designer shades, just ain't right
Especially when you can't breathe
Cause your pants too tight
Whack beats, catchy hooks, and little ass kids
Add a dance to it, and it's gone be big
It's our fault, every thang done flip flopped
You wanna save Hip Hop Rappers, then
"You Gotta Grow Up!"

[Chorus]
You not a kid no more
I think it's time to grow
Homie you better know
You know it's time to grow up
Cause nigga you too grown
Get out and get your own
Them childish ways are gone
I think you better grow up

[Verse 3:]
Niggas still cruisin' Crenshaw at 36
Your wife at home
Your wasting gas
Tryin' to bust a bitch
At the club
Acting young
Wearing the wrong shit.
Think your Chris Brown
But you look like Keith Sweat bitch
Ain't you got kids to raise
Instead of acting like them nigga
Act your age
Why you wear a wave cap and ain't got waves
Wear that shit out in public, and on church days
And God damn niggas, pull up your pants
Got your draws all out, what you wanna strip dance
And homeboy, what you doing in the 5X
You ain't that big, shits lookin' like a dress
You bought a iPhone, but live in ya mama home
Gotta wait till she's asleep, before you can bone
You grown, you know your wrong
But either way
Someday homeboy you know
"You Gotta Grow Up!"

[Chorus]
You not a kid no more
I think it's time to grow
Homie you better know
You know it's time to grow up
Cause nigga you too grown
Get out and get your own
Them childish ways are gone
I think you better grow up

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