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    "Daddy Wanna" Lyrics

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    Nigga, where the fuck you been?
    I know you heard the phone pagin'
    I know you heard the shit goin' off, okay?
    Where the fuck you was at, where you was at
    That could've been so important you couldn't fuckin' call?

    The little kid's pampers shitty as hell, ain't no fuckin' pampers
    That's where the fuck you were, right, to go get pampers
    Where the shit's at, you don't smell that shit?
    You smell it, right, you smell the fuckin' house?

    Where the fuck was you, why you think the kids act like that
    When you come around, they don't fuckin' know you, why?
    'Cause you was a deadbeat dad nigga, that's what
    The fuck you are, that's the role you play, piece of shit

    Aiyo, I just want my baby to look and still love me
    Knowin' that her daddy's a crook, word up
    All the time, I'm in crazy drama, when I pick up
    The phone, call my baby's mama, ha

    She try to tell my baby, I'm no good
    But she don't like to explain how Starang is so hood
    Sayin' money ain't shit, she don't know no better
    She got a regular job, she don't owe no cheddar, ha

    Fightin' and fussin', she's sayin', "Fuck Will"
    But bitches always tryin' to ice skate uphill
    But I'ma stay aggy to keep you happy
    Knowin' it makes you mad when bitches try to get at me

    You only four, don't like your hair nappy
    We both won't rock gators less they Navy's
    I'ma bust my ass to make sure you have, girl
    'Cause right now you're all I have, word up

    Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now, your mom's
    Playin' games and I feel deceived now, I gotta go
    When I do a show or leave for tours, she hatin'
    Sniffin' my drawers, ask me if I'm fornicatin'

    I'm like, "Bitch ,please, gone are the days of me
    Trickin' with chickens on the ave that striptease", yo
    And I don't like your moms, gettin' to the point
    Where I wanna strike your moms

    And I know, you don't wanna see me fight your moms
    Get hype and commence to lead pipe your moms
    And I ain't goin' to jail, I'm packin' my bags
    I'm out the door, I gotta bail, yo

    Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewel
    And let you know you're never too young for that rule
    Rule one, you must have knowledge of self
    To know the only one you follow is self

    Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wild
    Growin' up and they ruthless now but you my child
    And I had you when I was half you, now I have to
    Show you how to follow no man and when they ask you

    What you wanna do when you grow, tell 'em blow
    Let 'em know everything that glitter ain't gold
    Never fold when you come against a obstacle
    And know that nobody's stoppin' you but you, nobody

    Damn it, feel good to have my son on my chest
    See my features in his face and I love him to death
    Show him how to move right, just right for a gang
    'Cause me and my father never did the daddy-son thing

    While I was in the streets pitchin', he in the crib bitchin'
    Moms out workin', nobody in the kitchen
    Now I got one of my own and my nephews is grown
    Still I'm out grindin', makin' a house a home

    From month to month, see, I live on the road
    Give 'em jewels and heat the hole 'cause the world is cold
    I put the joint in his hand so he used to the piece
    Told him white man's justice is a black man's grief

    You could say I love my son more than I love my wife
    Think twice, you be sayin' Dog is trife
    That's alright, it's a father and son type thing
    I got to war for mines and that's word to everything

    Know what I mean, daddy gon' make the cash cream
    Whether fast or slow, my son know about the dough
    You know, some say the boy look like me
    But if he look like me, he gon' crook like me

    He got a mind of his own, lighter tone like
    Mama Jones, he love phones, the boy be buckwildin' when I'm gone
    He do the type of shit they say he been here before
    I think he's seventeen months but he acts seventeen

    My first born so I had to name him
    Dashawn Jarel [Incomprehensible] Yates
    He look like he lift weights
    When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates

    Daddy wanna stay but daddy gotta go
    Daddy can't hang 'cause daddy gotta show
    Poppa was a rollin' stone
    Daddy used to hold iron so I roll with chrome

    I was named after pops but they called me Tone
    Some ways like my pops, some ways of my own
    Daddy didn't know I got stoned till I got grown
    Had my own car, home and my son to moan

    Just like daddy he wanna hang and roll
    Now I pass on game how to gain and grow
    I know hustlers that came, watched 'em go
    I peeped dudes on the come up, watched them blow

    Give jewels to my little mens and watch 'em grow
    Give 'em presents just to watch 'em glow
    When I shine, you shine, violate mine, you gots to go
    Stay focused, there's a lot you should know

    Study life, listen and learn, sleep long, miss your turn
    Gotta get in where you fit in when a spliff gettin' burned
    When you see me on a mission, it's commission I earn

    Remember, as a man think if the world turn
    Daddy want a new six, ya heard
    Do tricks absurd, my little homie's too quick to learn

    Word, Daddy need bricks, my son need kicks
    Tim boots, jeans, suits, all that new shit
    He watch me do this, he know his daddy a soldier
    I rep G and Jah 'cause that's me all over

    Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new X-Box
    I want a Nintendo Gamecube and I want some
    New games for my X-Box too, I want a PlayStation 2
    Daddy, when you gon' take me
    And my brothers and sisters to Splish Splash?

    And when you gon' take me to the store
    And buy ice cream and candy?
    And when you gon' teach me how to drive your car?
    And I want a hundred dollars on my birthday
    This song was submitted on July 22nd, 2011 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © MJJN LLC.
    Written by J Mcnair, Jamal Yates, K Blake, S Price, T Williams, W Dewgarde, Y Darrell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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