Erick Sermon - Da Da DaHHH lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I got a back ache, stomach ache, diarrhea, vomiting Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia Cranky, moody, burpin' while I'm cursin' Baby chair tied in a Suburban drinkin' bourbon I'm only 3, and gotta chip Motorola A hoochie babysitter with snitches on the stroller Lyin', cryin', whinin', teethin' s**in' tities like I had years of breast feedin' In the beginning I was sinning, kept my mama Back and forth to the hospital for the constant kickin' Kept a a** whippin', I'm get in the mall Show off like I'm for dolo, so f** all y'all Then you get your a** whooped, wish your moms bad luck Like I hope, you, get, hit, by a truck Playin' catch a girl, f** a girl, put 'em in a sandwich Just a young boy doing grown man sh** [Hook] I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** Like kickin' your a** I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** Smokin' weed I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** 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 ga**ed watchin' Game of d**h with Bruce Walkin' home from the movies (wattaha, wattaha, wattaha) I thought about the s** often,I even kept a Hard one for them white girls on Magic Garden Light skin, chubby and sh**, ran my mama's Phone bill up for callin' "Biggs Biggs Biggs" The old heads used to make them little n***as fight The Lee patch was the sh** if you stitch it right And everybody knew the pattern to Pac-Man Grams was 15 and that then was happenin' n***as used to get robbed at twin city I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny When EPMD dropped "It's My Thing" I said "Damn, I gotta get up in this rap game" [Hook] I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** Like touchin' your tities I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** I'm just a young boy doing grown man sh** Like Stealin' my mama's car [Verse 3] I used to tell my little sis' "I'm gonna make it b**h!" So close to gettin' on that I could taste the sh** In a hot a** room cuttin' Smooth Operator In my last year at West Side High I barely made it Flipping eightballs, going to Montclair State I pa**ed one cla** and still owe they a** cake For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th Ave Sell white boys oregano, dash, then we laugh That was the days now the times switched up Son either walk them dogs snuffing or get snuffed Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker My weed got better so easily I f** sh** up I test y'all with my Def Squad camp And I don't stage show dive unless y'all amped To all my fans, yo, "Arrivederchi to ya!" And any ho that didn't blow Doc, "I never knew ya!" [Hook] Now I'm a grown man doing grown man sh** Now I'm a grown man doing grown man sh** Like still squeezin' your titties I'm just a grown man doing grown man sh** With a big a** car I'm just a grown man doing grown man sh** Rollin' better chronic I'm just a grown man doing grown man sh** Yo yo sh** is crazy out here I'm just a grown man doing grown man sh** Like smackin' yo a** I'm just a grown man doing grown man sh** Like shaving my beard I'm just a grown man doing grown man sh** I got hair on my chest Look at it