Lyrics:
that we should
Move up a little bit form our parents' station and each
And each generation should do a little bit better
Alright, come on, let's
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
on "D"s
But I can't call you daddy if you're tank is on "E"
Little fella "F" in with me
Show me some respect
'Cause baby boy, I'm a "G"
"G" stands
An icecream cone I'd rap him around
My little finger
Tighter then my baby could
You can make a tear go a long long way
When you're daddy's little girl
Well he
skiftar mellan jobb, haffla, bourbon och cognac
Det är Näääk-daddy, bäst du believe it, kändes för tidigt
För mig att lämna scenen, kom tillbaka lite
There's a girl, playing her piano, there's a little girl, playing her big piano
While her mother gives her an enema, while her mother
While her
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
run
Uh-huh
Ooh, room, room, daddy, room
You know my heart's all outta room
You wanna love that little girl
Well, by all means, honey, do
Well,
anymore
you can't tell the girls from the boys anymore
ho-Oh-Oh-OH-Oh-Oh---Oh--Oh--Oh---Oh---Oh---Oh
De-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e---e-e-e-e-ead Joe.
Man fuck that shit
Man fuck yall niggas man ain't no love
Lame ass shit
Yeah Moe
Okay raised off that old school by them old fools
Sippin cold gin I
he want me
I'm sorry little daddy
I'm tryna get ya homie
Lames can't call her
(Lames can't call her)
All she date is ballers
(She only date ballers)
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
can feel your pain
Who's that girl? E-V-E, y'all, uh, uh, now say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
When the cars ride by with the boomin' system
Two door Mustang and the roof was missing
Every girl at ya school had the new extensions
Even gangstas
thing in all the worldWe searched for her
but she couldn't be found
I heard the screams
of our little girl far awayHurry daddy
there's an awful
the girls you can
A simple plan that still haunts me even now today
Back to seventeen and got a baby on the way
No G.E.D. all I see is failure in my eyes
room each night
And they whirl you across the floor
But they always seem to fade away
When your daddy taps on your door
Angie girl, are you all right
he moody
Throw me a buffet she chewin (she chewin)
Smooth operator back it up and toot it
He choosin'
Eeny meeny miney moe
Grab his pocket by the roll
girl?)
Love (I love this shit)
Love this (Be-atch!!)
[Daz Dillinger]
She was a betty I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around
you good)
God's little gift is on the rag
Poster girl posing in a fashion mag
Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde?
Wear your fake fur on the inside
take you through my childhood, step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dog, he ain't raise no punks
In the midst
can feel your pain
Who's that girl? E-V-E, y'all, uh, uh, now say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
([...])
We always take my car although it's a heap
And we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady
wish for what you always thought you would need
Daddy's little girl would never give up her world for me
Wouldn't want to breathe if it will ruffle your
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