Grown Ups (feat. Jethro) - HeyHolly

You and I, 'til the day we die (day we die) Yo, yo Ex-girlfriend, how you been? I see you still Tryin to fuck with other women men, remember when I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later We was fuckin on your momma couch, now it's been said That big girls they don't cry, but they damn sure lie Look you in the eye, sayin' you they only You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never Leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony Shoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as I Turn my back you try to fuck my homies, that was then This is now I got a new friend, ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice About leavin the wife even, picture that You ain't want me when you had me, now you on Your third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happy So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin' at my girl nasty Tryin to throw the pussy at me "Now look at this bitch over here tryin to act like me" "Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she?? leftover" I'm still in love with babe yo yo It's always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin' new Let me find out that you fuckin with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump From my black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her In the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her Pearl-handled twenty-two, my boo She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu To the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one I'll bring the bullets, knowhatI'msayin? Stop playin You and them dyke lookin' bitches Actin like y'all jumpin somethin, go 'head with that bullshit I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe Ah ah ah ah ahh Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis Now you fuckin with the next guy, a thug Nigga Derelict be actin bugged nigga, show this nigga Mad love but get no love nigga?? Stupid ass Plus I heard that he be beatin on you, I seen him At the club cheatin' on you, witcha best friend, got you stressin' And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection But you're headed in the wrong direction Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas All up in my face actin overzealous Like you want somethin from Meth, I hope it ain't love girl Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable Misery Love Company, shit I'm livin' comfortably, don't need no Nigga huntin' me down for fuckin round, with his kitty Talk to him, before my brother put a spark through him Won't be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shitty And got you actin high saditty with your slut committee You know I know, so go find another sucker yo, I been there And been done that before, and don't need it no mo' That's, my, word! So go to your own with that there, word up And tell that bighead nigga you run with that you was insane I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe I'm still in love with babe Ah ah ah ah ahh

3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Some MCs come with the wickedest talk But really, dem man chat crap Acting like a donny but they don't know 'bout tracks When real niggas step on the riddim and chat facts I don't put myself in places If I weren't there then I weren't, let's face it If you weren't there then you weren't, that's basic I kill 'em with the realest shit and they hate it I'm a diffuser, can't act tougher than you are round me I've got youts dem tougher than you are round me I nearly died for the game, that's right But some spitters ain't nuttin' around me I was getting 'em hype while you was touching your lighter I was killing the mic there on the motherfucking beat None of you are bad round me, it's not only about me though Let me give a shoutout to my scene [?], that's a rider for real MCs Me and Wiley in a clash, that's a real MC Hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG I said hold tight D Double E, that's a real OG Mad, reload ting Pop, pop, pop, that's a reload ting And when I say "it's Kano in the house" Everybody knows that's a reload ting If you've been shotting in the manor from way back when And you ain't on a kilo ting I don't wanna hear about [?] food and tings Man don't do those tings On-sight, thought he was onside, init Saw them guys, no shots fired, init If you ain't real then don't ride, init That postcode, that's offside, init Badman from which part? Dem man do witchcraft Dem man are [?], us man are kosher I've been that nigga since [?] loafers When kids dem didn't give a fuck about olders Man don't care 'bout fathers Man just care 'bout figures Man don't care 'bout yards Man just care 'bout Bimmers Man don't care who's hard Man just care if it's blinging Man don't care 'bout masks Man'll do it bare-face, init We don't do none of that bare-face fibbing The realest shit on your airwaves, init 3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Can't tell me nuttin' Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter Link dusty red cups out the cupboard In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs And the same madman fly out for the summer Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin' Boiling point, I keep it 100 Yeah, G goes in Mad three-pointer, free throw ting Bitches looking at me on a keyhole ting I'm a gasser and a gentlemen, G hosting I'm a skinny nigga [?] so slim [?] when the D goes in Man are getting money, type the keycodes in Please can I have my money? What's the keycode pin? Fuck that, [?], we backed 'em up Now it's game-giving if it's facts, I aks them up I'm man of the match, I matched it up And I'm with the bats, I patched it up Sitting in the trap with hash to cut Sitting in the [?] with crack to cut I'm silly with the MAC, man mashed 'em up I hit him with the [?], then backed the truck Gully, I'm so slim K, Hollow, [?] Can't look inside a nigga's whip, the windows tint Better take the weight, better link those drinks [?] better leave those simps [?] with the clip, I'm gonna teach those chimps Man a put it on [?] see those wimps I'm finished with the little nigga, he's so rinsed [?], I'm king And he's no prince I let it bap, bap, bap, ping ping And then leave no prints I said that, that, that, that's me And yes, he's so skint I'm in the matte black 350 With [?] beef go mince If you don't look after your own yout, boy You're not a direct rudeboy If you're in DSTRKT popping that Goose, boy You're not a direct rudeboy Bow Street, just bought brand new goods One you man can't get, a new toy That's why a man's [?] just preed him Sent me a direct, rudeboy 16 bars in effect Take this pen to your neck And just [?] man with it Cash rules everything around me That's word to a Method Man lyric Yeah, I roll deep in the East But I still might Mega Man with it Yeah, I said it, yeah, yeah, I said it Cheques, we get it, cash and collec' it That likkle pellet, that nah gon' mek it Rest his head in that man's spaghetti Yout dem are menace, nuttin' like Dennis Man got stripped and even got credit Kids push prams to Westfield to lick it And run from pigs, don't even watch Peppa Real go-getter, geezers know better But geezers [?] Skinner Don't resort to violence, no, never Man just start with violence, go figure Eat man's food before man eat dinner Buss that booze, I roll and drink liquor Left that [?] for my nigga 3 wheel-ups in a row That means I'm a direct rudeboy Grew two yats on my own That means I'm a direct rudeboy Man can't call up my phone Then gwan like a direct rudeboy One side bag and a stoney That don't make you a direct rudeboy Can't tell me nuttin' Cook down mutton then pass through the gutter Link dusty red cups out the cupboard In the jungle, I move with original nuttahs And the same madman fly out for the summer Lick two blocks? Who are you? Runners Shut down dance, who am I? Shottas Couple wheel-ups at Butterz, that's nuttin' Boiling point, I keep it 100

My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound every time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one Workin' out, chiefin' up, creepin' up, keepin' up With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals In my neighborhood, flavor's good, roll up, put some papers to it Straight into it, gon' make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool Cause they know what I got I got a bag of the Saturday pot And it'll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night What do you like? When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life Now light... the fatty, jump in my Cadi Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that Let it flow, set it go, incredible That ain't gold, layin' low like 10 to 4, on the floor My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) Don't even trip Ain't really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip So much weight you thinkin', "Why this ain't for sale?" Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails She conin' joints, I'm rollin' weed up myself Don't ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes I heard Polio 'bout to drop some shit, order those Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low Not too many when I roll, more arms than [?] though Boys hatin', I'm just countin' up the money I just made And what I'm makin' make a nigga make a million dollars later Smokin' [?], gettin' high pays I like my eyes glazed Ain't empty out my ashtray in days At my house playin' pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats I roll a joint, you roll another one next Can't even name a nigga colder than Ain't pay for game that mean you stole it then Know it's the bomb when you hold it in My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!)