Lyrics:
Mack daddy or daddy mackin'?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
Zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones
Two hash
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
else, but I think my kids deserve
To be with Daddy out in public without all the interruptions
When the lies and gossip's published I'm the topic
on the counter
When I go to sleep to see if you was dead or down to earth
I been smoking on a lot of kush
But I know time to time I like to mix it with the purp
I
the fuck you put that trash out you didn't think it Flopped
Send over the feature and I'll jump on it like sir mix a lot
Jump In now on any beat just like
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
wack, ya wack!
(wack, wack)
If ya hot, ya hot!
(hot, hot)
Most of you rap cats
Don't appeal to me
A lot of you says you
Keepin' it real
But you ain't
on it, ho)
Thumbin' through these hundreds, it ain't nothin', I'm a young rich nigga (yeah, yes, sir)
Dressed up like the coach, I'll send a blitz, nigga
feelings And some post traumatic stressors, yes sir
Know that my feelings staying down on the low, baby, what? Huh
It's fundamental, this procedure cuttin'
for the ones that wanna be me
Yeah, I feel like the last real nigga breathing
9 Times out of 10, he don't wanna see me
Hello, good sir, how you doing
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick.
Like that Mommy?
Hi daddy, how you doin', this is Tyiest, I was thinkin' about you
your reflection
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
There is no king for the throne I seat
All by myself, so alone I leap
For the young boy, daddy
All my niggas gettin it off
Yeah we from the bottom
Had to learn to hustle
Learned a lot from every lost
Gotta crawl before you walk
Turn yourself
on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
Only my mama get to call me by my first name
I go hard for the city where she birthed me
Got water by the case if you thirsty
And only time I share
the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's
damn
I know this one dude sir pukes a lot
But he still my day one brodas fo life
Chillin in the stu smokin' on my bong
Making hit slaps like Chris brown
It’s like a real nigga innovation
And you can’t mix without a invitation
Virginia for lovers
But fuck it let us tell it buncha niggas hated
That’s why
chicks er hot Beezy smasha Pixie Lott
Titter etter booties som om jeg var Beezy Mix a Lot
Med mine pimps og macks
Playaz og G's som pusher Chevys og Lacs
way
But I respect his decision
He's got a lot on his mind
He's pretty good with the gavel
A little heavy on the fines
One day there was this minstrel
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