Lyrics:
My daughter asked me, Daddy, there's something I don't see
There's no gift from you to Momma underneath that Christmas tree
I said, I got you Momma,
Callin' me madly
I've been on Xannies
I don't wanna talk to ya
Cause something went wrong with ya
Cause something went wrong with ya
Callin' me
tryna go Higher
They think I'm really hot but on the Cool I'm on fire
But I really miss my daughter daddy Luv you Te'niaya
Ima keep this shit a bill while
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
Tell us what you want, we'll give you what you need
Just show respect for your daddy, little girl,
You know you never bite the hand that feeds.
Your
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
From a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying he was something to see
Well now don't you know that I'm the American Son
Oh yeah tomorrow ima write a song
Maybe something catch for the girls to sing along
The song that you want playin when you bring your girl to prom
through
The darkness when mommy was crying
When daddy was trying to make ends meet
What happened to those kids
We don't even know them
So why don't we
through
The darkness when mama was crying
When daddy was trying to make ends meet
What happened to those kids
We don't even know them
So why don't we
real
Every thing I speak about is coming true for real
Never popped a pill never took a deal
Never switched up on a homie for a dollar bill
Never had
daddy do
Not to seem irrational
Passion's fueled by active tunes
Drum synths and hi hats picture my raps
Like Imax only they not for capital
But the flow
actually happened in the church
When she got home, she was like ARNOLD I used from that money
You gave to me to keep for you I know I sounds funny
But I gave
different
Something happened, somewhere therebetween
By the river's bend
Did I misapprehend your intentions
Or is it that you have changed, friend?
Oh, it
happened
Yeah go get you a clue
We stacking them blues
And spend it on fashion
Yeah I know what to do
They pick em and choose
I don't gotta tax em
Yeah
Then it goes a little something like this
Unemployment at a record high
People coming, people going, people born to die
Don't ask me, because I
Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code
When something caught his eye he'd
the money on designer clothes
His favorite was the purple jacket
Cause the buttons were chrome
His gluttony left them stuck with the bills
So Daddy had to go
idea what really happened forreal
It’s something we don’t know, if I die from these words
They’ll delete everything and everything is all unheard
Shit
Then it goes a little something like this
Unemployment at a record high
People coming, people going, people born to die
Don't ask me, because I
can feel something
So much emotion, he just thought that he ain't feel nothin'
He look up to God, he said, be patient, something's real comin'
But he
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never had a chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things
dies as a old man
Martin Luther King read the eulogy for him
Followed by Bill O'Reilly who read from the Quran
President Bush sends condolences from
Last chance for romance
Grab your favorite stripper by the hand
And tell her to make this money
Booty Bounce, Booty Bounce
I like the way she make
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