The 40 Year Old Rapper

All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 The year was 1990
 You can't touch this was the song
 Dancing around the room
 With ya hammer pants on
 Had a crush on this girl
 Named Bonita Apple bum
 Yeah Bonita apple bum
 Yeah, she had it going on.
 So, you try to move in closer
 She says push it along
 Not feeling your vibe
 Your approach was all wrong
 Leave you heartbroken
 Singing a sad song
 With nothing left to do
 Disappear and get gone
 Fast forward four years
 Kicking flavor in your ear
 Something serious
 I was known as such a player playa
 Yeah, I used to love her
 Now I just don't care
 No captain save a hoe
 She had me pulling on her hair
 She said the world is yours
 Giving props over here
 She loved the way I bring the pain
 Beating up the poontang
 Have her throwing up the dub
 Like she repping Wu-tang
 Fingers on my back
 As she screaming out my fucking name...
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 The year was 2000
 Getting slizzered off Henny
 Farewell to 99"
 Celebrating the new millenni
 Mobbing through the valley
 Dressed in black dickies
 Rolling northern lights
 And smoking like a chimney
 Downing 40 Ouncers
 St. Ides no Mickie's
 Hit up Calabasas
 For a house party
 Racing down Ventura
 Bumping bombs over Baghdad
 Noise ordinance broke
 Neighbors seeming hell a mad
 Looking at me with a frown
 Like I'm just A outkast
 Gotta keep it 3000
 Walk the halls no pass
 People looking at me strange
 Like I got no class
 I ain't give a fuck though
 They can all kiss my ass
 Said I wouldn't amount to shit
 Tell me who got the last laugh
 Smoking chronic to the ash
 Call that shit the aftermath
 Yawl was smoking on that bammer
 Caught up on that country grammar
 We was hanging on the turf
 Whistling while your chick would twerk.
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 The year was 2010
 Where should I begin
 Destined for the victory
 All I do is win
 Lost a few friends
 And made some new friends
 No Beemer,
 Benz or Bentley back then
 Got back up on my grind
 Linked up the next 9
 Dropped a few songs
 But guess it wasn't time
 Shortly parted ways
 Started writing some new rhymes
 Wrote my last album
 Just to ease mind
 All the way turnt up
 Like ready set go
 They say you be killing them
 I say I know...
 With that Classical jungle rap
 The king of the jungle
 It's that real boom-bap
 Screaming fuck being humble
 Who gonna have your back
 When it seems that there's trouble
 "Me"
 Whose gonna hold it down
 When you walking in circles
 "Me'
 High from smoking so much dank
 Going hard in the paint
 No time to kick back
 And sit and just think.
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 Back on the scene
 With my own company
 Doing my own thing
 Harmony Grove
 Dac Enterprize the regime
 Back when Third Eye Convention
 Was nothing more than a dream
 A lot done changed
 Throughout them years
 From the blood sweat and tears
 To making it here
 Feeling so blessed
 Just to have a career
 Get recognition
 From all my peers
 From the new cats
 To the pioneers
 Watch me blast off
 It's the final frontier
 Time for celebration
 Happy new year
 Sipping champagne
 And pouring out beer
 Do endorsement deals
 Watch the checks clear
 I'm so high
 Hanging from chandeliers
 Play musical chairs
 Circle the stratosphere
 Watch me persevere
 Then I'm up out of here...
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper
 All grown up
 So smooth looking dapper
 Save the small talk
 Got no time for the chatter
 When it comes to this
 Yawl got it ass backwards
 Ain't much really changed
 Just A 40-Year-old rapper