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    Daddy Wanna

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [female voice]
    Nigga, where the fuck you been?
    I know you heard the phone pagin
    I know you heard the shit goin off, okay?
    Where the fuck you was at?
    Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldnt fuckin call
    The little kids pampers shitty as hell, aint no fuckin pampers
    Thats where the fuck you went, right, to go get pampers
    Where the shits at?
    You dont smell that shit?
    You smell it, right, you smell the fuckin house?
    Where the fuck was you?
    Why you think the kids act like that when you come around?
    They dont fuckin know you
    Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga
    Thats what the fuck you are
    Thats the role you play, piece of shit
    [VERSE 1: Starang]
    Aiyo, I just want my baby to look and still love me
    Knowin that her daddys a crook, word up
    All the time Im in crazy drama
    When I pick up the phone call my babys mama, aha
    She try to tell my baby Im no good
    But she dont like to explain how Starang is so hood
    Sayin money aint shit, she dont know no better
    She got a regular job, she dont owe no cheddar, aha
    Fightin and fussin, shes sayin, "Fuck Will"
    But bitches always tryin to ice-skate uphill
    But Ima stay aggy to keep you happy
    Knowin it makes you mad when bitches try to get at me
    You only four, dont like your hair nappy
    We both wont rock gators less they Navys
    Ima bust my ass to make sure you have, girl
    Cause right now youre all I have, word up
    [VERSE 2: Sean Price]
    Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now
    Your moms playin games and I feel deceived now
    I gotta go when I do a show or leave for tours she hatin
    Sniffin my drawers, ask me if Im fornicatin
    Im like, bitch please, gone are the days of me
    Trickin with chickens on the ave that striptease
    Yo, and I dont like your moms
    Gettin to the point where I wanna strike your moms
    And I know you dont wanna see me fight your moms
    Get hype and commence to lead-pipe your moms
    And I aint goin to jail
    Im packin my bags, Im out the door, I gotta bail
    [VERSE 3: Buckshot]
    Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewel
    And let you know youre never too young for that rule
    Rule one: you must have knowledge of self
    To know the only one you follow is self
    Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wild
    Growin up and they ruthless now
    But you my child and I had you when I was half you
    Now I have to show you how to follow no man and when they ask you
    What you wanna do when you grow, tell em blow
    Let em know everything that glitter aint gold
    Never fold when you come against a obstacle
    And know that nobodys stoppin you but you
    [VERSE 4: Tek]
    Damn, it feel good to have my son on my chest
    See my features in his face and I love him to death
    Show him how to move right, just right for a gang
    Cause me and my father never did the daddy-son thing
    While I was in the streets pitchin, he in the crib bitchin
    Moms out workin, nobody in the kitchen
    Now I got one of my own and my nephews is grown
    Still Im out grindin makin a house a home
    From month to month, see, I live on the road
    Give em jewels and heat the hole cause the world is cold
    I put the joint in his hand so he used to the piece
    Told him white mans justice is a black mans grief
    [VERSE 5: Top Dog]
    You could say I love my son more than I love my wife
    Think twice, you be sayin Dog is trife
    Thats aight, its a father and son type thing
    I got to war for mines and thats word to everything
    Know what I mean, daddy gon make the cash cream
    Whether fast or slow my son know about the dough
    You know, some say the boy look like me
    But if he look like me he gon crook like me
    He got a mind of his own, lighter tone like mama Jones
    He love phones, the boy be buckwildin when Im gone
    He do the type of shit they say he been here before
    I think hes 17 months but he acts 17
    My first born, so I had to name him Dashawn
    Jarel [Name] Yates, he look like he lift weights
    When we stack this cake, we gon roll like skates
    [VERSE 6: Steele]
    Daddy wanna stay, but daddy gotta go
    Daddy cant hang cause daddy gotta show
    Poppa was a rolling stone
    Daddy used to hold iron so I roll with chrome
    I was named after pops but they called me Tone
    Some ways like my pops, some ways of my own
    Daddy didnt know I got stoned till I got grown
    Had my own car, home, and my son to moan
    Just like daddy he wanna hang and roll
    Now I pass on game how to gain and grow
    I know hustlers that came, watched em go
    I peeped dudes on the come-up, watched em blow
    Give jewels to my little mens and watch em grow
    Give em presents just to watch em glow
    When I shine you shine, violate mine, you gots to go
    Stay focused, theres a lot you sohuld kkonw
    Study life, listen and learn, sleep long, miss your turn
    Gotta get in where you fit in when a spliff gettin burned
    When you see me on a mission its commission I earn
    Remember as a man think if the world turn
    Daddy want a new six, ya heard, do tricks absurd
    My little homies too quick to learn, word
    Daddy need bricks, my son need kicks
    Tim boots, jeans suits, all that new shit
    He watch me do this, he know his daddy a soldier
    I rep G and Jah cause thats me all over
    [kids]
    Daddy, when you gon buy me a new X-Box?
    I want a Nintendo Gamecube
    and I want some new games for my X-Box, too
    I want a PlayStation 2
    Daddy, when you gon take me and my brothers and sisters to Splish Splash?
    And when you gon take me to the store and buy ice cream and candy?
    And when you gon teach me how to drive your car?
    And I want $100 on my birthday
    [ Daddy Wanna Lyrics ]
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