Lyrics:
know that I'm cooler, please
Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please
So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees
Boss daddy used to call
was real cold
And lonely my daddy been gone since 4
Money money money money all
That I really seen
Niggas out here sellin' tabs, sellin' bars
Sellin'
River Flow
Relax your mind let the river flow
Don't worry let it go
Relax yo mind let the river flow
Just let flow yea yea yea yea
Relax your
So, allow me to straighten your crooked records
I am history
My name is Black, but you can call me "Daddy Pop"
'Cause I'm father to the rainbow
I got
health,
So nigga keep your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not high
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Shine?" you said "No"
He said "Who you getting loud
With Shine?" You said
"Yo" After that you ain't look like Iron Mike
You showed your true colors when
It
hush lil baby you don't gotta cry
I know this life is hard you just gotta try
Everyday steady workin we just gettin by
Skin brown with the curls yeah
Even though you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun why'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song,
lunch after brunch
Joy getting bigger now
And yeah that's my nigga
Even though sometimes, got to beat her ass
But she knows daddy's soft
Spite she's
smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
You slow gassing I'll leave you brain on your Durango
First classmen, old school with the Kangol
Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango
Hulk
Yo brown skin in that red hair you bad baby (who me?)
Heard you poppin and you get it you chase the bag baby (I do)
You got that thing up in your bra
[Big Daddy Kane]
The question at hand, is how do I love thee?
I count the ways but girls don't shove me
One by one you can come and caress me
changed
Your deep throat bitch got a whole lot to say
Heard yo' mama get around, now yo' daddy my bae
I don't got a bite bitches, I'm cool in my lane
Prayers for my altar candle for my peace
With that skin super brown got that gol' up in his mouth
With that skin super brown got that gol' up in his mouth
just got problems
And complications that get you first
Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant
Cuz they scared of giving
hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that
an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your
still a nigga
To use your platinum card you need four ID's -- then you's a nigga
If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga
Got a promotion
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