Lyrics:
still in school?
I love you honey
You got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man
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Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
By my post, I'm standing guard
Baby hopes for roses in the front yard
I don't know my enemy's name
Baby takes the little one to a
Baseball game
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
are you still in school?
I love you honey.
You got a most persuasive tongue.
You promise all kinds of fun.
But what you don't understand, I'm
of your head
Sleepless nights on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun
But you're here
daddy, puttin' this gas off in my Cadillac
Back, don't ever snap, packin' the gats and pimpin' whores
Hors d'oeuvres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm
thought that I
Could ever find someone
Just having you around
Is so much fun
You're right here by my side
Just like I knew you would
And it feels so good
you mean by too many 'nots'?
[Female voice]
Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough
[Big Daddy Kane]
Yeah, aight
But check this
more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't
Street choir sing me the song for the new day
Don't make it long and remember to sing it the old way
Let it all out, let your voice ring in
He rises every morning but he
Don't look at the sun
He reaches in the corner where
He keeps his loaded gun
Then he checks the firing action as
He
lose their lives
It seems as if we have no voice
It's time for us to make a choice
Only god could decide
Who will live and who will die
There's
I got 'em
'Member me? I was drivin' Impalas
We don't beef, if it's problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 revolver I bought for my partna, he
to make the voices cease
Goes on a bender
Then he surrenders
Taken into custody
So satisfying I would be lying
If I didn't want to hear the plea
me
But tonight Shady's rocka by baby
And when I'm gone
Just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear
The sound of my voice
Just know that I'm
man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun
[CHORUS]
Oop shoop moogi mushy doggy, oh
Oop shoop moogi ay
Means son, don't go near the Eskimos
Please do what I say
My daddy was working
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come
within the sound of my voice?
Why don't you let me know I just can't let know if it's wrong
then I have no choice but to love you until I no longer have
a day in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me
[insert concert city here]
My daddy threw me in
your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s
still in school?
I love you honey
You got a most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you don't understand, I'm a working man
non-stop fun
Anything he do, he got my whole body blushin'
Shit, well, I'm over that now
Pick up, it's his voice, I'm over that sound
Huh, I must admit it
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