Brownside - Growin' Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Trouble] Life in the hood, I was just a young a** kid I used to look up to the thangs that my real G's did I was just a little youngsta trying to gain my respect Cause doing jales was my way to hide the pain and neglect And pops he left us alone so I was just a lil ese left to learn on his own And mom, she did what she could But I was destined to experience my life in the hood and do the things that I saw And these crooked juras have determined all of my hate for the law And yeah we went through some bad Like eating noodles out of cups with no lights in the pad And sometimes I felt a burden when I seen she was mad And I felt the shame in her face When she seen her son was headed down the wrong bad place When I hit the halls on a bid I had to face up all these muthaf**en sh** that I did But I just acted a fool running up on enemigas From de linea from school And ended up in the box Getting visits while I just stood in my cortez and socks But these the things that you did If you were raised inside the varrio growing up as a kid (Growing up as a kid) [Hook: Wicked] I reminisce and then I find Many memorias on my mind So much stress that we went through Growing up a knuckle headed fool Aquí en mi corazón esta Las palabras de mi ama Despensa se que se aguito Pero fui morro que solo creció [Verse 2: Toker] Grew up in the streets I did what I had to do f**ing up at a young age, a little hardheaded fool Hanging on the block coming home late at night Getting suspended from school behind a punk a** fight It seemed like everything I did got me In trouble with pops From getting caught at ditching parties to getting chased by the cops Simon ese, now that I sit back it's a trip I remember the first time I sat back and took a hit It was on after that I muthaf**en went crazy I used to watch "Dukes Of Hazard" And Jack Off To Daisy Damn Ese, If That Ain't A Trip Tell Me What Is I Remember Getting Hard Ons Behind A Simple Ass Kiss Yeah That Was Me A Little Young Ass Cabron I Remember Mom's Tripping The First Time I Came Home Pelon She Used To Get On Me Behind Dressing Like I Did Used To Smell My Fingers To See If They Smelled Like Weed Simon Ese Straight f**ing Up At A Young Age I Remember Robbing Fools With A Sawed-Off 12-Gauge I Became Who I Became And I'm Good At What I Do Now I Wouldn't Think Twice To Smoke A Punk Ass Fool [Hook] [Verse 3: Wicked] Went Through A Difficult Time Learning To Except The Fact That Moms & Pops Never Really Had My Back All I Had Was Gangsta Rap Plus A Pad & A Pen Trip Out Homie This Is How My Story Begins Remember Sporting Chuck Taylors And Creased Up Corduroys The Lemon Lime Widows Twenty Dollars Homeboy I Been Smoking Desde Ahí Aprendí - To Open Los Ojos Por Eso Estoy Aquí Wanted To Be The Next Mexicano Rapping Since It Wasn't Cracking I Went Pistol Packing Now Lady Luck She Forgot About Mine I Had To Come Up Slanging Nick Nacks & Dimes So Until The Lord Gives Me A Call I Will Stand Tall Giving It My Blood, Sweat & Tears Until I Fall Growing Up Was A Must My Childhood Was Gone So Prepare For Something Wicked This Where It Comes We All Face Different Situations As A Youngsta Even Moms & Pops Or Everybody's Gone Yeah You Know The Same Ol Song [Hook] (x2)