Lyrics:
she staying up by room, suite 112
Telling me i could have any way that i want it
I'm getting excited by her talk she know I'm on it
Started at ya bottom
skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught
[Turk]
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our
Interlude: Puff Daddy
See, it's 1996 man,
And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
on steroids, that shit that Barry took
Hurtin' the game like the corns that's on your daddy's foot
My niggas carry big guns, y'all niggas carry books
You
smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came
want to make the loot
No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain;
Just play the hand that you was
Mama might be just a little bit sad, 'cause daddy might be just a little bit mad
But that's okay, it's just a little game they played
Now mama might
feel
We too grown girl to play these games
Said she's tired of the same ol lames
She need something that she can call real
Something as real as she can
with steal, fuckin right im bout murder kill, pussy-nigga you
Play with steal, end up shooting yo own self
Representin for that Crow-town, down
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
girl
But see you'll always be my woman
Close your eyes think of me and keep coming
Niggas be swearing that they savvy
Claiming they game's cavy
Bitches
you hear
Still dope at 16
Mercy is what you see
No mercy (2)
Yes Daddy
Theo Yung
Yeah tell this niggas that im uncanned
pull on a homie yeah we about
ain't have no cable
Mama did it by herself daddy wasn't stable
So I had to grab my mask off that fucking table
Load up with aks and glocks about to pull
wanna play the game like Nintendo
When you leave out the door, I'm coming in bro
Banging, slanging, and dropping a load
In your bed, on your spread,
Orange
Get some Orange yeah
Get some orange
Mama like that Orange
Get some Orange
Daddy pay that Orange
Get some Orange
Watch me get some Orange
Get
crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach say
Every slutty you-G-A who daddy pay they way
Wanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to lay
I
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that s***
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two n**** play me like..
Nah, I ain't
like a pimp
Baby Hugh Hef, that's my name
KoRn brings the porn and a little of the fame
Baby Hugh Hef, that's my name
Fieldy's got game so you
knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood
Never be the same walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful
Man had to shatter fools
That's 'til I
about the bitch but her waistline
No Roddy Rich, I beat tha box about 8 times
Fuck all of the fame, I just want all of the wealth
I don't play by
.jpg/200px-Loretta_Lynn_SXSW_2016_-8842_(33197871691).jpg "Loretta Lynn")
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