Lyrics:
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
That's right
Some of that shit you just can't fuck with, huh
Tha Dogg Pound flavor for the nine-fever
Know what I'm sayin'?
Michel'le in
the park and 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress
when i goes to park at 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way
bed
Ten times to tha head
what tha shooter said?
hook
See
I thinkin bout whaen i was younger
I had to hustle in the summer
No time for cryin
daddy.. can ya dig?
Now back the fuck up before I split yo sh....
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet 'em up
Shut 'em up, wet
sounds crazy but baby my dad was gone by then
N by 10, all I wanted was a permanent friend
U are my dream girl, Always on my team girl
I'ma keep u
gonna continue to give them another doe of satisfaction.
Ya blow me a shotgun [Repeat: x4]
I got that fire [Repeat: x4]
Yeah drop tha bomb, when I
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
Lifestyle by Rasheeda
Chorus(x2)
I'm checkin out yo lifestyle
O you a trojan
I know you hopin
That you get chosen
I like em frozen
Icy with tha
the bomb, least I'm in the blast radius
I'm beating these kids' indictment, shit, I like the terror
APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era
Moment
a be a player for life) woo
(I'll be your sugar girl) I'll be your Sugar Daddy
[Repeat: x3]
('Cause I'm a be a player for life) I'll be your sugar
tryin'
I'm matchin' by mistake I want that yacht I'm on my grind
I learn from my mistakes
You want it daddy go and get it
Don't never hesitate
I'm
on the shelf and Thas why I got it myself wit nobody else
I asked for yo hand but you couldn't stay on all 10 you left me right there on the steps
And they want
Plastic nah keep it real with it
Natural like a damn Cosby kid
Confidence on ten I gotta
God covered me it’s no problem
Prayer works to tha fatha
Look
to show the world What we're bout
I keep my head up and stay ten toes down
Yea I been foolish and made shit go south
Yea I been counted out by most of these
As I tear up the cot
Jimmy hats I got a lot
And you're wondering how
I make the bomb sex
Enough to get my name
Tattooed on your neck
I be a threat
want tha facts got to feed 'em the lies
Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' won't
bombs and my daddy got some bonds
And my girl like to hold me big nigga use two arms
Drowning in my thoughts like once upon a time
I really wanted to quit
don't own any pussy, I just call it a loan
Just as long as my long schlong gets some bomb dome
Can you hear that? That's the phone
Doctor Big Dick Daddy
when I bite your neck
Bomb sex nothing like your ex
You popping ass cause you done popped that X
I pop the top you get popped off next
Might fall in love
From bad news, you probably caught me bustin at fools
I keep it ghetto like bitches with baby daddy tatoos
[Chorus: x4]
[Kane]
I'm ghetto like
they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)
You're talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contacts was blown by
Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch)
Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh)
I know Tha Eastsidaz
Them some bad motherfuckers
Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh)
[Snoop Dogg]
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