Da Da DaHHH

(album: Doc's Da Name 2000 - 1998)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomiting
Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia
Cranky, moody, burping while i'm cursing
Baby chair tied in a suburban drinking burban
I'm only 3, and gotta chip motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin, cryin, whining, teasing
Sucking tities like I had years of breast feeding
In the begining i was sinning
Kept my mama back and forth
To the hospital for the constant kicking
Kept them ass whipping, I'm gettin them all
Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y'all
Do you get your ass whipped with your mom's bad luck
Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck
Playing catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit

[Chorus]
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like kicking your ass
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Smoking weed
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
All day check it out

[Verse 2]
I'm only 13 putting in work
Rocking chinese shoes with high top converse but first
We was all gas watching game of def with Bruce
Walking home from the movies [Red makes karate movie noises]
I thought about the sex often
I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden
Light skin, chubby and shit
Ran my mama's phone bill for calling Biggs Biggs Biggs
The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight
The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right
And everybody knew the pattern of pac man
Rams was 15 and that then was happening
Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city
I was cutting on SL's glue with a penny
When EPMD dropped Its My Thing
I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game

[Chorus]
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like touching your tities
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like Stealing my mama's car

[Verse 3]
I used to tell my Sis i'm gonna make it bitch
So close to getting on i could taste the shit
In a hot ass room cutting smooth operator
In my last year at West Side High I barley made it
Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State
I passed one class and still owe their ass cake
For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th ave
Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
That was the days now the times switched up
Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed
Them ho's got trifling but much thicker
My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up
I test y'all with my def squad cam
And I don't stage show dive unless y'all amp
To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
And any ho that didn't blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA!

[Chorus]
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like still sqeezing your titties
I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit
With a big ass car
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Rolling better credit
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Yo yo shit is crazy
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like smacking your ass
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like shaving my beard
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
I got hair on my chest!