getting my grown man on Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on Say what? Say what? I'm just getting my grown man on Say what? Say what?
Traduction: Little Brother. Grown Man.
, look over your peoples cause everybody dying Osama Bin Loden is dropping bombs man, in a situation like this How can I reach calm man, calm man, my
style that we write 'em in Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs 'Cause brother it
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
world wide mob figgaz (for real) World wide mob figgaz (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) we world wide mob figgaz (for real) World wide mob figgaz (check game you little
on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had
worried without a pops I'll grow to be her It's a wonder they don't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way And I
been rich and a nigga aint neva been no snitch Ima fat black nigga but neva had a problem gettin no bitch But I been stranded I been alone Had my kids before I was grown
When I was a little bitty baby My mama done rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from
You make me dizzy Miss Lizzie When we do the stroll Come on Miss Lizzie Love me 'fore I grow too old Come on, give me fever put your little hand
man well he had a hat on Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions I'm gonna want to be right off for home When I was a little bitty baby
Time: 2:25 TRO-Folkways Music Publishing, Inc. BMI Master #71398 Recorded 11/18/68 Huddie Ledbetter When I was a little bitty baby My mama done rock
roll You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy When we do the stroll Come on, Miss Lizzy Love me before I grow too old Come on, give me fever Put your little hand
'n'roll You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzie When we do the stroll Come on, Miss Lizzie Love me 'fore I grow too old Come on, give me fever Put your little
