Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Looking Grown, artist - Nappy Roots. Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
Looking Grown |
| Dad are you going to the studio today? |
| Yeah. |
| Why, what’s up? |
| Can I go? |
| Not today, man |
| Uhhh |
| I’ll bring you soon, OK? |
| OK |
| Love you |
| Love you, too |
| Yeah |
| Standing in the mirror, ask myself «What I’m rapping for?» |
| Used to be smash hoes, drugs and watch the cash flow |
| Now my life wise and older, but still an asshole |
| Chilling in my castle, nappy fro and bath robe (aye!) |
| Labels that I made it out, the opposite of flat broke |
| Been fucking with them hoes a lot, but blowing dab smoke |
| Toking on some Afghan goot could make that ass choke |
| Been hustling, back with his youth then I move fast forward |
| Am I thinking, keep an old flask cause I’ll prolly keep drinking |
| I’m on the sass, so you know I keep speaking |
| Roll the grass, but only if it’s decent |
| Thank God it’s weekend |
| Thinking about going vegan |
| Then I laugh at the thought when it sinks in |
| I love meat man |
| I’m gone off the deep end |
| Where’s the sheep skin? |
| Bad little chick here I’m about to sink my teeth in |
| Spending one day a week at home |
| Two days a week on the road |
| Three days in the studio |
| Now my kids all looking grown |
| Are you going to the studio today (Now my kids all looking grown) |
| Can I come? |
| (Now my kids all looking grown) |
| Now my kids all looking grown |
| Now my kids all looking grown |
| Roll it up my homeboy |
| I got pounds of midget with a cool ticket |
| Playing 2 K and I’m a fool with it |
| Riding on that with the roof missing |
| I’ve been riding dirty since '89 |
| Seen a bunch of good niggas do crazy time |
| Seen the judge hit 'em where the good lord split 'em |
| Especially when their skin color the same as mine |
| I stopped going to church |
| Came right back cause outside was worse |
| Niggas acting hard but it’s too rehearsed |
| Ain’t satisfied until they on a shirt |
| The niggas gone berserk |
| Claim they killers in the verse, wouldn’t snatch a purse |
| When the slugs start to fly, they hit the innocent first |
| What goes around comes around |
| Remember karma, jerk |
| And the hearse is last |
| Live’s a blast |
| Living through my kids, I’m letting go of the past |
| It’s easier when I said over shots in a glass |
| It’s all adding up now that I’m doing the math |
| It’s just me and my bitch cause I ain’t giving up half |
| A real motherfucker, but one hell of a dad |
| Call me the blues traveler walking the path |
| Of the righteous might just give 'em more gas |
| Til I go out like Whitney simply taking a bath |
| Til then… |
| Spending one day a week at home |
| Two days a week on the road |
| Three days in the studio |
| Now my kids all looking grown |
| Now my kids all looking grown x4 |
| Yo, I’m about to roll to the studio, you trying to roll? |
| Nah I can’t, I gotta go to work |
| Damn |