Juvenile, Birdman - Lil' Daddy lyrics
[Juvenile, Birdman - Lil' Daddy lyrics]
Whoa! C'mon Whoa! I hear
You niggas heart pumpin
C' mon, whoa!, whats up, whoa! UTP, UTP
He gotta be in too much
'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof money get packed
Up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggas that's
As real as my Saints jersey
I stand here posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggas after me
Gonna rehearse my grind i'm not a prophet
But I could teach you how to
Cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket
You see something you like go
'head and cop it
But watch it, niggas gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper
When them bitches is jockin'
You might do lil' daddy like that
But this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you
My niggas done shot them
My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for
Beating niggas and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees
And 'bows pop a Ex, smoke a blunt
If you believe it then Whoa!
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy
(so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it Lil Daddy
(so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy
I got to have it Lil Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and
Take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggas be eating pork
Rich niggas be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse nigga
You just wait
You couldn't step on my toes if
You was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches so
Get that shit straight
You better talk to your ho 'fore
I put dick in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia
She better get in her place
I ain't a law abiding citizen
I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggas telling
Cops what I did to them
I ain't lookin for no poppers
Ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to
Get rid of mo' problems
All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my chil'ren, my gun
And my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004
Whoa!
I tried to play the backround
As mcuh as I could
Cause all the big mouth niggas be
Gettin knocked in the hood
Remeber them lil' niggas? they
Done grew up now
So 'ret street and turned into
A clocked up dump
We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting unitl
The night come 'round
Hey lil' mama I'm a gorilla
Let me pipe that down
(puffing sound) yeah, you like that now
I'm a professional
The mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split
For the minimum fee (yeah)
Fucking with them niggas, got a ten for a ki'
Got a few princess cuts on
The watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a
Don't get mad cause I've
Been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy
Like a lot of the freaks
You niggas heart pumpin
C' mon, whoa!, whats up, whoa! UTP, UTP
He gotta be in too much
'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof money get packed
Up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggas that's
As real as my Saints jersey
I stand here posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggas after me
Gonna rehearse my grind i'm not a prophet
But I could teach you how to
Cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket
You see something you like go
'head and cop it
But watch it, niggas gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper
When them bitches is jockin'
You might do lil' daddy like that
But this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you
My niggas done shot them
My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for
Beating niggas and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees
And 'bows pop a Ex, smoke a blunt
If you believe it then Whoa!
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy
(so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it Lil Daddy
(so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy
I got to have it Lil Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and
Take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggas be eating pork
Rich niggas be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse nigga
You just wait
You couldn't step on my toes if
You was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches so
Get that shit straight
You better talk to your ho 'fore
I put dick in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia
She better get in her place
I ain't a law abiding citizen
I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggas telling
Cops what I did to them
I ain't lookin for no poppers
Ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to
Get rid of mo' problems
All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my chil'ren, my gun
And my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004
Whoa!
I tried to play the backround
As mcuh as I could
Cause all the big mouth niggas be
Gettin knocked in the hood
Remeber them lil' niggas? they
Done grew up now
So 'ret street and turned into
A clocked up dump
We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting unitl
The night come 'round
Hey lil' mama I'm a gorilla
Let me pipe that down
(puffing sound) yeah, you like that now
I'm a professional
The mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split
For the minimum fee (yeah)
Fucking with them niggas, got a ten for a ki'
Got a few princess cuts on
The watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a
Don't get mad cause I've
Been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy
Like a lot of the freaks