Lyrics:
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
(Want the whole world to say "Fuck that")
"Ay! Y'all don't re-up
me.
All the lollipop girls we rock the pole, doing all the tricks, strong and flexible
All the lollipop girls we run this place, winning our own race,
raised by my momma
My pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up
keep do'n
More cats that slang cain and more lives get ruined
No daddys, so Boys ta Men, raised by lady's
And much props ta dem ladies raise'n dem
poles again
This chopper do tricks, you gon' go fold it in
I know they be hatin', I still post they shit
We slid on they block like we 'posed to slid
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
the opera
Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really
Daddy and which is Daddy Mack
Now tell me this have you ever met a cat
Who can rap about nothing, yet it sounds so fat
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me
gonna be a playa man when you a trick?
Baby that don't even make no sense.
Everything don't match(Sure don't)
You know what I'm sayin' Shot bay-bay?
two bics
I'm lighting up the sky brighter than a full moon during mercury retrograde
Journey with me on this escapade
Since my first album cover pic in
news
After tonight you'll have a testicular tumor
Dirty Manhattan alley to Atlanta
Where niggas drive caddies
To Trick Daddy and Trina down in Miami
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
tricks
Still tuned badly in open E
The way my best friend once showed me
Because that's what his dad taught him
And we're all so strangely shaped by
Hey whoa eh there's nobody like me
Na na no
Whoa
Ma that's your man fiance trick ya baby daddy
Husband best friend or ya sugar daddy
We could
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
out, yo yo
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know
you ain't gettin' your funds back
Fuck that, I been around since '86
Way before my motherfuckin' mind played tricks
And when Too $hort told me this
Daddy and which is Daddy Mack
Now tell me this have you ever met a cat
Who can rap about nothing, yet it sounds so fat
I'm S.P.I.T dog Spitacular, S.I.D.E
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