Lyrics:
sugar daddy
Okay maybe, when I'm rich and famous
Unfortunately, right now I'm still fucking nameless
Brainless, hypnotized by all of the lasers
Surrounded
Elastic Rick
Poor little Rick
He woke up this morning,
bright morning of glory,
Going to fight the devils
Of Destiny,
Inevitable devils
a damn
She want's to get away but he forces her to stay
That poor girl, being controlled by the local idiot
That poor girl, she said he's only for
I get a little bit high
Just enough to get by
Fighting demons in my mind
I get a little bit loose
With a little bit of Booze
Just to cruise
All the poor boys walking down the street
All the rich men don't get on their feet
Everyone goes, goes to work
Some work, others observe
And I say
woman like me
You got all the lovin' honey
One sweet girl can claim
You're every poor boy's dream
And every rich man's prayer
But I don't need
My girl she don't want a nigga
Oh no
She don't want a nigga
My girl she want a rich daddy
Oh Yh
She want a rich guy
What u see
You gon like
Her body
you everything
So no rich man, poor man beggar man thief
Could ever steal you away from me
My little angel baby
Don't you spread your wings
you everything
So no rich man, poor man beggar man thief
Could ever steal you away from me
My little angel baby
Don't you spread your wings
walked up and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
[Voice in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo
[Master P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come
Follow me and you against the world, baby girl
(Oh, oh, oh)
But you broken, now she got your side of the bed
Your 6 with wide-screen TVs, in the head
You
loss', so they say
Enter the fence rails, little one
The young live on 'till parents are gone
What a bad disease
Poor girl's deceased
It's
Some couples go for a buggy ride when they start caring a lot
Others will bicycle side by side out to some romantic spot
But when you haven't
girls wanted to be like her,
Little boys wanted to be with her,
And even mothers somehow altered their physique
Just to be a little close to what
that she was just a - oh no
She had such a way to twist and turn a simple truth
Told my friend Billy I had been a little loose
Then Billy took her by
was really wild
Poor ol' dad, he went insane
Cause of his little bitch and her love of pain
So my daddy, he spanked my butt
He turned me into his super
by his side
But just the other day I hit him right back
The poor old bastard got himself a heartattack
Now I'm a little older and addicted
I want a woman I like to like me back
I think I'm way too thirsty, maybe I'm kind wack
c little corny, a little horny
But I swear to you girl
the reason that my chest is healing
Get a little money and chase that meaning
As hipsters, they were not afraid of communicating with the gangsters
Remember
that I created private worlds
Cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls
Cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls
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him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell,
him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
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