Boot Camp Clik - 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

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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

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