Grown-A$$ Man, written with Cedric the Entertainer
- Ballantine, 2002
Grown-A$$ Man.
What does it mean?
It means I ain’t got time to play–no nonsense.
For one thing, it means I don’t wear baggy pants sagging off my bootie. I can’t let you see my underwear label. That’s not cute. I’m a grown-a$$ man.
“Grown-a$$ man” is more than a catch phrase. It’s a way of life. It’s a perspective.
Say you got a younger cousin. He’s got one of those ghetto nicknames. He calls himself “Delicious.” Says, “Hey, call me Delicious.” You say: “Listen, I’m a grown-a$$ man. I ain’t going to call a guy Delicious.”
Making love is no longer a full time occupation, not the way it once was. I used to do it all night, but now it takes me all night to do it. It’s not that I don’t like sex, but I’m a grown-a$$ man. I got other things to do.
You know those 500 mile walkathon people? I’m a grown-a$$ man. I got a driver’s license.
What does it mean?
It means I ain’t got time to play–no nonsense.
For one thing, it means I don’t wear baggy pants sagging off my bootie. I can’t let you see my underwear label. That’s not cute. I’m a grown-a$$ man.
“Grown-a$$ man” is more than a catch phrase. It’s a way of life. It’s a perspective.
Say you got a younger cousin. He’s got one of those ghetto nicknames. He calls himself “Delicious.” Says, “Hey, call me Delicious.” You say: “Listen, I’m a grown-a$$ man. I ain’t going to call a guy Delicious.”
Making love is no longer a full time occupation, not the way it once was. I used to do it all night, but now it takes me all night to do it. It’s not that I don’t like sex, but I’m a grown-a$$ man. I got other things to do.
You know those 500 mile walkathon people? I’m a grown-a$$ man. I got a driver’s license.