Daddy Wanna

Lyrics

(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 couldn't fuckin call
 The little kid's pampers shitty as hell, ain't no fuckin pampers
 That's where the fuck you went, 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
 (VERSE 1: Starang)
 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, aha
 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, aha
 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
 (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 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
 (VERSE 3: Buckshot)
 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
 (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 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
 (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
 That's aight, 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 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 can't 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 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 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, there's 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 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
 (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

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Song Details

Duration
05:16
Key
10
Tempo
93 BPM

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