Lyrics:
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
Shorty so bad I wan dive in that water
Fuck round and give you a daughter
She put it on me gave my life some new order
I can do nothin but spoil her
followed you
Cause I just couldnt take it no more
No disrespect to ya mama
But I need ya numba baby
Excuse me mama(hey)
Your daughters fine(your
would like
If I kept it polite
So I stepped
And this is what I said to her
Excuse me mama(hey)
Your daughters fine(your daughters fine)
And if I
throw it back
Trying get a bankroll
I got where you cant go
Get it by the case load
Beat it now the case close
Outsider a never know
Tell my plug i need
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
her
I got a daughter and a son
Before he say 'daddy', little nigga might say 'gun'
I sit back, I blow a kiss to my mother
Even though she old, the nigga
and his daughter
Walk in the
Snowy Gotham streets during Christmas season
So we watched her and waited
You should talk to Mama more
Yeah, yeah i know mama
face to face
Facetime, Ipad, Twitter and Snapchat - no place here, we got it going on
Get real with me, I'll be real with you, Ain't no better way for
[GZA]
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
Even when it lead me broke
Rather be real to my cousins
And you be a joke
My nigga Rico got out
My nigga raising his daughter
I do this shit for
People
you solid til you get robbed cause your chain hang
Only reason he robbing and slang caine is to maintain
Got sisters that's mothers
With daughters no
advice
Don't call your mama when you getting drunk
She already know by your slurred voice
Why am I saying this
Know I am right
Don't be hot headed just
advice
Don't call your mama when you getting drunk
She will already know by your slurred voice
Why am i saying this
Know I am right
Don't be hot headed
and make em other
Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term
That you gots to learn, to keep up on all the scoop
I get a little ends but,
On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high
And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by
with our dysfunctional "family"
Far from a slave, I'm a man you see
Haven't been shackled, my hands are free
Deep underwater, but I got my daughter
these niggas
She a daughter of a queen
All these niggas they know how she roll with king
Her mommy on some other wanna by hеr buggati
Let her flex on you
a six, it might cut the aggression (Rich!)
I just got my granddad into real estate
Send my baby mama fifty thousand, make sure my daughter's straight,
Mama told me even when your money up you still got to go hard nigga
Money change niggas ego but either way you flip it i'm still the same nigga yeah
flo'
Looked him right in the eye and said, "Boy,
You got to go!
I'm tired of your foolishness
And if you don't behave,
I'm goin' grab you by your
mama's light bill with them nickel rocks
Even kept the phone on with them nickel rocks
Got my first pair of Jordans for them nickel rocks
Even felt
keepin what seven ate in my hand
I keep a rack in my wallet to keep it on brand
Ain't you heard? I got the world on my payroll, payphone
Ain't droppin
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