Daddy Chorus I wanna be just like you When I grow old Yes I do x4 Verse 1 You don?t wanna be just like your daddy Pimpin? hoes out here driving
all up on me, what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don
)] ['Pac talking] War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli Can you feel me? Just so you
It's a war goin on, and the President is in too I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you" Sippin Thug Pa*sion, scrub actin like he feel you Steady
is about you now, is it 'gon make you happy to see me gone? Are you gonna miss me when I'm gone? Are you just gonna forget about me? I meant nothin to
a ruger on my hip You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can
I got a felonies, I ain't no rat You play me close fool - and you gonna get clapped. [gunshot] I feel chills up my spine when the D's look back Cause
't wire your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars But I just keep fucking you, like I fucked her
hate you, you think you know me I?m tell everybody, you shot my homie I hope the police get you and you go to jail The Feds freeze you accounts, and you
put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Henn dogg I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dogg Nobody told you
body like its lesses paste And Have you screaming yeah boy I like you flava flave Trying to win your price like the price is right Singing in your ear like
You're everything I thought you never were And nothing like about you could've been But still you lived inside of me So tell me how is that You're
be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall Better act like yo know I'm rolling with
a me reefer. Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya. [Layzie:] Back on the mission, flipped the script, better check what the wind just
blood now Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried P.O.D. d when it comes to ride Creep out
harder hanging on Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even harder to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God.... Do you
baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} [Chorus: Brick & Lace} I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got
easy to get girls It's all so easy that you get spoilt But if you try to pull a bird, who is also famous too Then it's just like when you wasn't famous
