Young Guns - Grown Man lyrics

[Young Chris] Yeah, C and Neef baby We grown men (rock wit me) I don't know what they told you (rock wit me) But I'm a grown man ma (we grown men ma) Neef grown to baby (he grown to baby) (we gettin couple dollars to baby, yea!!) (we get our own cake to baby) I know we in our late teens [Verse One - Young Chris] She my down a** chick Love me plus she like to come down my strip Get paralyzed wipe down my sh** I love ya boo Your my bugaboo Type bug your boo All day all night then I murk when the birds chirp [Chorus - Young Chris : repeat 2x] "YEEAAH", If you want it "YEEAAH", Baby you can get it Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib [Verse 2] n***as stinjy we party where I live n***as offended like beg your pardon that my chick (is that yo chick) Excuse me this ain't her first time here And don't approach me like that, get roasted like that Damn shorty playin wit your emotions like that You a grown man she got'chu open like that You put somethin around her finger Now she got'chu wrapped around her finger its official Well that's you that's what'chu get for trickin Keep givin her doe she take care of the Chris- and I play my position, yup, give her the dick and Come in her come soon as I'm done tell her I'm skippin She like, now that'chu got what'chu wanted you actin different Im like [Chorus - Young Chris] "YEEAAH" "YEEAAH" Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib "YEEAAH", If you want it "YEEAAH", Baby you can get it Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib [Verse Three - Young Neef] If you want it, you can get it You can come, but'chu can't live here If I hit it, I want Chris to hit it To I know you wit it b**hes Mad cause I partied then danced up wit your girl friend Smoked and bent mainly drunk off Cris' And I wasn't even feelin that b**h She actin all pissy same time saditty A little bit silly I can't even get a quickie Never that, got a area code for every city Couple young freaks, couple old heads that dig me Thinkin they gon' mold me, knowin they can't control me Young'n been f**in old head ain't sh** you showed me Got a walk like George and I talk like Goldie Nope you can't hold me from hittin your homies I do enough rappin at work listen to oldies [Chorus - Young Chris : repeat 2X] "YEEAAH", If you want it "YEEAAH", Baby you can get it Still doin shows and after parties And after the party its back to the party at our crib