to 'em Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy Alright Daddy, bring it to me Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy..)
(repeat 2X) Just when I thought I broke away and I'm fellin happy You try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy Don't wanna fall for it
Iceberg do (yeah, yeah, yeah) Call my boys and start down crew (ooh) And we will kick that ass nigger (yeah we will) And we will I say kick that ass nigger
Between a doctor and a lawyer man Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself A brown eyed handsome man That's what your daddy is a brown eyed
man now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a Tyranasaurous Rex You niggas can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and respond Pull that pen and
girl last week, she was a freak, and she liked me So I stepped on it and then asked my homies And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas Big
Baby Phats, they swinging ax They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back The smokest rap nigga, honey, I'mma need a match To bust the
who da hell is dat). Dat gurl wit? dat ass all on da back. I got dat fire read thong wit? bra to match (bra to match). Imma real boss bitch and im
and gaze at all the girls just like always But this time, I must now approach them (or) Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again (ow) And
I'll probably take yours because you peel off and I take off Give me no space whatever I want I takes, whatever I need I bleed and see Bitch nigga
your rhyme Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong Uh, and I aint bullshittin Suckin motherfuckers with the game i'm spittin And aint a damn thing changed Come on y'all and
cause you my baby I'd be stuntin like my daddy And there's not many, who catch my eye We both wearing gucci, she match my fly And that's why I, Suppose
Clever girl, never girl Talkin' 'bout love Rio de Janeiro on your daddy's card Party invitations you don't find it hard Lovers to burn Matches in your
alive [Verse 1: Nas] Let's go!... Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey -- Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match
long, but so long as mommy's a maid Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin' Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you
After They Met Slouer Beth Was After The Sex Cute White Darling Pretty Angel From The Heaven She Fallen Such A Perfect Match They Both Human They Both Knew And
become visious and cruel Dump checkin' to some funds with some checks and you loose Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin' I done challenged the way of Mystical powers and