Lyrics:
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
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
and the lies I weave are
Oh so intricate, oh so intricate
[Paul Wall]
Uh, expensive taste
We up in the arms race
Big money, big crib, big Cadillac
Big daddy
When I was a little boy
Daddy used to say to me "Son,"
"We got a lot of land
We got a lot of work to be done"
Go get your marbles, put 'em in
It was just boards of rough cut pine
And a quilt of patch work cotton
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed
Daddy built it
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
everybody back to business
Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef
Now I got you in the air, feels good to be alive
That's what happens when the pressure is applied
Waitin' at your job, 'bout a quarter past five
Take
the 13th, I'ma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
So define it
Here's your walking papers,
I see a multitude of people
Some far away and some close by
They weave together new religion
From tiny remnants they have found
A bit of truth,
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I'm still sorry
Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes
really mean is that weave ga make me wealthy)
If you weave it you can achieve it
You can weave your way to success
Long hair will get you there faster
Maybe your daddy didn't love you enough, girl
How much is enough?
You only wanted them to love you
You may have been living in a dream
And there's
We've only got hours
And I just can't stop cryin' 'cause all of the ways
When you see someone dyin', you see all your days
Flash in front of you
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
the 13th, I'ma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
So define it
Here's your walking papers,
to be praised)
(There's no other god before you, you're God all by yourself)
(I will bless Your holy name)
son I know you're disappointed but please try to understand
Your daddy's been awfuly busy cause he's a big railroad man
So you go on to sleep now she
It was just boards of rough cut pine
And a quilt of patch work cotton
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed
Daddy built it
people coming
From miles around
To hear you play your music
Till the sun goes down
Maybe some day
Your name will be in light
Saying Johnny B. Goode
Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The skyplane caught fire over
Los Gatos Canyon
listeners in the game
Wish to sing the same
Which cerebral glitch will lead to lane
And this will be your pit
For me to split and bleed your brain
They
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