Daddy Wanna Lyrics
| Song | Daddy Wanna |
| Artist | Boot Camp Clik |
| Album | The Chosen Few |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blake, Dewgarde, McNair, Price ... | |
| ( female voice ) | |
| Nigga, where the **** you been? | |
| I know you heard the phone pagin | |
| I know you heard the shit goin off, okay? | |
| Where the **** you was at? | |
| Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldn't ****in call | |
| The little kid's pampers shitty as hell, ain't no ****in pampers | |
| That's where the **** you went, right, to go get pampers | |
| Where the shit's at? | |
| You don't smell that shit? | |
| You smell it, right, you smell the ****in house? | |
| Where the **** was you? | |
| Why you think the kids act like that when you come around? | |
| They don't ****in know you | |
| Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga | |
| That's what the **** you are | |
| That's the role you play, piece of shit | |
| ( VERSE 1: Starang ) | |
| 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, aha | |
| 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, aha | |
| Fightin and fussin, she's sayin, "**** 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 | |
| ( VERSE 2: Sean Price ) | |
| Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now | |
| Your moms 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 | |
| ( VERSE 3: Buckshot ) | |
| 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 | |
| ( VERSE 4: Tek ) | |
| 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 | |
| ( VERSE 5: Top Dog ) | |
| You could say I love my son more than I love my wife | |
| Think twice, you be sayin Dog is trife | |
| That's aight, 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 17 months but he acts 17 | |
| My first born, so I had to name him Dashawn | |
| Jarel (Name) Yates, he look like he lift weights | |
| When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates | |
| ( VERSE 6: Steele ) | |
| Daddy wanna stay, but daddy gotta go | |
| Daddy can't hang cause daddy gotta show | |
| Poppa was a rolling 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 em 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 sohuld kkonw | |
| 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 | |
| ( kids ) | |
| 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 $100 on my birthday |
| zuo ci : Blake, Dewgarde, McNair, Price ... | |
| female voice | |
| Nigga, where the you been? | |
| I know you heard the phone pagin | |
| I know you heard the shit goin off, okay? | |
| Where the you was at? | |
| Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldn' t in call | |
| The little kid' s pampers shitty as hell, ain' t no in pampers | |
| That' s where the you went, right, to go get pampers | |
| Where the shit' s at? | |
| You don' t smell that shit? | |
| You smell it, right, you smell the in house? | |
| Where the was you? | |
| Why you think the kids act like that when you come around? | |
| They don' t in know you | |
| Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga | |
| That' s what the you are | |
| That' s the role you play, piece of shit | |
| VERSE 1: Starang | |
| 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, aha | |
| 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, aha | |
| Fightin and fussin, she' s sayin, " Will" | |
| But bitches always tryin to iceskate 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 | |
| VERSE 2: Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now | |
| Your moms 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 leadpipe your moms | |
| And I ain' t goin to jail | |
| I' m packin my bags, I' m out the door, I gotta bail | |
| VERSE 3: Buckshot | |
| 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 | |
| VERSE 4: Tek | |
| 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 daddyson 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 | |
| VERSE 5: Top Dog | |
| You could say I love my son more than I love my wife | |
| Think twice, you be sayin Dog is trife | |
| That' s aight, 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 17 months but he acts 17 | |
| My first born, so I had to name him Dashawn | |
| Jarel Name Yates, he look like he lift weights | |
| When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates | |
| VERSE 6: Steele | |
| Daddy wanna stay, but daddy gotta go | |
| Daddy can' t hang cause daddy gotta show | |
| Poppa was a rolling 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 comeup, watched em 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 sohuld kkonw | |
| 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 | |
| kids | |
| Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new XBox? | |
| I want a Nintendo Gamecube | |
| and I want some new games for my XBox, 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 100 on my birthday |
| zuò cí : Blake, Dewgarde, McNair, Price ... | |
| female voice | |
| Nigga, where the you been? | |
| I know you heard the phone pagin | |
| I know you heard the shit goin off, okay? | |
| Where the you was at? | |
| Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldn' t in call | |
| The little kid' s pampers shitty as hell, ain' t no in pampers | |
| That' s where the you went, right, to go get pampers | |
| Where the shit' s at? | |
| You don' t smell that shit? | |
| You smell it, right, you smell the in house? | |
| Where the was you? | |
| Why you think the kids act like that when you come around? | |
| They don' t in know you | |
| Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga | |
| That' s what the you are | |
| That' s the role you play, piece of shit | |
| VERSE 1: Starang | |
| 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, aha | |
| 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, aha | |
| Fightin and fussin, she' s sayin, " Will" | |
| But bitches always tryin to iceskate 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 | |
| VERSE 2: Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now | |
| Your moms 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 leadpipe your moms | |
| And I ain' t goin to jail | |
| I' m packin my bags, I' m out the door, I gotta bail | |
| VERSE 3: Buckshot | |
| 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 | |
| VERSE 4: Tek | |
| 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 daddyson 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 | |
| VERSE 5: Top Dog | |
| You could say I love my son more than I love my wife | |
| Think twice, you be sayin Dog is trife | |
| That' s aight, 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 17 months but he acts 17 | |
| My first born, so I had to name him Dashawn | |
| Jarel Name Yates, he look like he lift weights | |
| When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates | |
| VERSE 6: Steele | |
| Daddy wanna stay, but daddy gotta go | |
| Daddy can' t hang cause daddy gotta show | |
| Poppa was a rolling 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 comeup, watched em 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 sohuld kkonw | |
| 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 | |
| kids | |
| Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new XBox? | |
| I want a Nintendo Gamecube | |
| and I want some new games for my XBox, 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 100 on my birthday |
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