Extra Mannish

By E-40

On Federal

Released on November 10, 1993

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[Verse 1: E-40]

I'm a little mannish muthafucka

I take after my older brother

Started off selling marijuana but now I'm selling yola

Shit was gettin hella funky at first when a nigga was snatchin' a bitch's purse and ended up gettin' kicked out of every school in Vallejo

They clowned me like a circus

I was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the back of the church

My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say "that hurts"

Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash

I never believed a hard head made a soft ass

'Cause I be moving fast, and I be tryin to stash

Beat up the pizza man, then I straight dash

Disobedient sport, cut my days short

My momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth to court

I said, "Momma I'ma straighten up for you and I promise I won't warrant"

Got me a job as a paperboy, 21 dollars a month

5 o'clock in the morning, damn I'm slavin' for the fucking white man

21 dollars might buy me some porridge, call me Chicken George

I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me

How can I find a way to make some real money?

But you don't feel me

I was tired of being broke lookin' coked down

Came up off a twenty-dollar put me down

Next thing you know I was up to about a quarter of a ki' rollin

Niggas was trippin' off me 'cause I was a young muthafucka ballin'

Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk I had to starve

Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the U-haul

Extra mannish

I make you vanish

I play for keep

Investigate that ass till I find out where you sleep

Muthafucka, it's kamikaze

Don't even try me ahh

I bars none, best believe that I'ma bring me a

Fully automatic Tommy with the infrared, say "I'm sorry"

Before I pump your ass full of lead and dump the body

Extra mannish, that's what people be calling me

Oh we can be cool, until you get to threatening me

I lose my temper and shit, my eyes turn red

Blow my top and get real hot at the head

I guess I'm a failure, I got no future in my front

All I'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt

Don't ask me why, sometimes I go to church and testify

The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry

Rebuke the devil, I got to get up out of the ghetto freak

Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy really planned me

Who would ever thought that a nigga like me would become such a badass youngster?

My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster

Why couldn't I wait till I was bigger before I started drinking malt liquor?

I guess I was a nappy-headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga


[Verse 2: Mugzy]

Guess who comes through (comes through)

It's me the Y-O-U-N-G, M-U-G-Z

I'm just as mannish as I wanna be, I pack a 30-30

Niggas wanna blast me because I'm down and dirty

Extra mannish how I'm livin' and I'm fuckin my neighbor's bitch and

She lovin' every minute of the dick that I be givin

Bitches on my jock, bitches on my jock

Suckas on the block know I got a Glock

Bini caps, B-coats, and all that

I'm beatin' niggas down with a baseball bat

I'm havin revenues, I'm gettin paid fool

A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude

S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T

It's Young Mugzy and E-40

Explainin, why it's hard for us blacks and Hispanics

And why we turned extra mannish