Lyrics:
home home home home
Little bit soft, everybody go soft
Go on home to see my baby
Yeah you know that she loves you daddy like crazy
I say my misses
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
the little girl lie to me
You drive away feeling bad boy, oh, why the little girl lie to me?
She want to get me in trouble, and why, man, I just can't see
to god, man, that you could see mine.
Every time my little girl start to lovin',
She bring eyesight to the blind.
Lord, her daddy must have been
Yeah
Yeah man
Ayy Polo, they ain't ready for this one
Let's go
You want me to get you something, daddy?
Ayy girl, yeah you da business
So
occurred on the 20th day of May
And caused two little children to be sleepin' beneath the clay
These two little kids walked side by side along the state
All right now, now listen
Little girl walkin' down the street
She gotta subway smile & a heart in heat
Say I'll work it for you daddy
(Work it
I was a girl at my daddy's side
Papa, the royal mortician
Revealed to me in secret signs
The mark of the magician
And daddy was no dummy
Did
rule.
Twenty-one fellas and one little girl
She looks like just an angel with a platinum curle
Ooh, wee oh, me, oh my
I guess that's why they called
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 law allows."
A little girl and her mother were standing up next to the curb
The little girl said, "Mommy, I can't see the parade", and it happened
You asked me if I'd marry you
And I believe I can
Though I'm just a young girl
They say you're a decent man.
I've been raised by mom and daddy
With
'em in the street
>From the fire roads to the interstate
Now Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little piece by piece
Some
Come sit by my side, little darlin'
Come lay your cool hand on my brow
Promise me that you will never
Be nobody's darlin' but mine.
Nobody's
the book
There ain't nobody
That do me like you
The way you move that body
Girl, you're so smooth
Like cat daddy driving a Caddy from Cali
Baby,
[Tammy Wynette - T.W.]
[George Jones - G.J]
[G.J.]
You always said someday you'd go to live
(In Southern California)
And me I'd stay right
Lonely little grave
Said "He was out of line, girl
You were not to blame"
Once knew a girl, name was Barbara
Cutest little muffin you have ever seen
Livin' in St. Louis at Chase Hotel
And she lived there with her mommy
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind
Lord, her daddy must been a millionaire, 'cause I can tell by the way she
I'm the one when the dust settles
They gon' see I'm the one
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, uh, M-N-O-P
That's little me in the classroom askin', "What's L?"
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