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