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Daddy Wanna
Lyricist:K Blake, E Dewgarde, J Mcnair, S Price, T Williams, D Yates Jr, D Yates
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 could've been so important you couldn't fuckin' call?
The little kid's pampers shitty as hell, ain't no fuckin' pampers That's where the fuck you were, right, to go get pampers Where the shit's at, you don't 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 don't fuckin' know you, why? 'Cause you was a deadbeat dad nigga, that's what The fuck you are, that's the role you play, piece of shit
Aiyo, I just want my baby to look and still love me Knowin' that her daddy's a crook, word up All the time, I'm in crazy drama, when I pick up The phone, call my baby's mama, ha
She try to tell my baby, I'm no good But she don't like to explain how Starang is so hood Sayin' money ain't shit, she don't know no better She got a regular job, she don't owe no cheddar, ha
Fightin' and fussin', she's sayin', 'Fuck Will' But bitches always tryin' to ice skate uphill But I'ma stay aggy to keep you happy Knowin' it makes you mad when bitches try to get at me
You only four, don't like your hair nappy We both won't rock gators less they Navy's I'ma bust my ass to make sure you have, girl 'Cause right now you're all I have, word up
Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now, your mom's 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 I'm fornicatin'
I'm like, 'Bitch ,please, gone are the days of me Trickin' with chickens on the ave that striptease', yo And I don't like your moms, gettin' to the point Where I wanna strike your moms
And I know, you don't wanna see me fight your moms Get hype and commence to lead pipe your moms And I ain't goin' to jail, I'm packin' my bags I'm out the door, I gotta bail, yo
Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewel And let you know you're 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 ain't gold Never fold when you come against a obstacle And know that nobody's stoppin' you but you, nobody
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' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Moms out workin', nobody in the kitchen Now I got one of my own and my nephews is grown Still I'm 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 man's justice is a black man's grief
You could say I love my son more than I love my wife Think twice, you be sayin' Dog is trife That's alright, it's a father and son type thing I got to war for mines and that's 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 I'm gone He do the type of shit they say he been here before I think he's seventeen months but he acts seventeen
My first born so I had to name him Dashawn Jarel [Incomprehensible]Yates He look like he lift weights When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates
Daddy wanna stay but daddy gotta go Daddy can't hang 'cause daddy gotta show Poppa was a rollin' 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 didn't 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 them 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, there's a lot you should know
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, it's commission I earn
Remember, as a man think if the world turn Daddy want a new six, ya heard Do tricks absurd, my little homie's 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 that's me all over
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 a hundred dollars on my birthday
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