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juvenile – lil’ daddy lyrics

[juvenile talking]
whoa! c’mon whoa! i hear you n-gg-z heart pumpin
c’ mon, whoa!, what’s up, whoa! u.t.p, u.t.p

[verse 1: juvenile]
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 n-gg-z that’s as real as my saints jersey
i stand here posted in the worst of times
knowing n-gg-z after me, gonna rehe-rs- my grind
i’m not a prophet, but i could teach you how to c-ck 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, n-gg-z gone knock it
trying to get you for your paper when them b-tches is jockin’
you might do lil’ daddy like that, but this is not him
don’t look for your people to help you, my n-gg-z done shot them
my people done told me i could roll
i got a reputation for beating n-gg-z and hoes
stickin’ to the g code, ‘tees, ‘rees, and ‘bows
pop a ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then whoa!

[baby a.k.a. birdman (chorus x2)]
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

[verse 2]
i’m way over the top with mines
i used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
poor n-gg-z be eating pork, rich n-gg-z be eating steak
i’ma get me a porterhouse n-gg-, you just wait
you couldn’t step on my toes if you was standing 6’ 8″
it’s mister 400 b-tches so get that sh-t straight
you better talk to your hoe ‘fore i put d-ck 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 n-gg-z 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
sh-t, they got a lot of killers i know
but ain’t too many gon’ make it to see 2004, whoa!

[chorus x2]

[verse 3]

i tried to play the backround as mcuh as i could
cause all the big mouth n-gg-z be gettin knocked in the hood
remeber them lil’ n-gg-z? they done grew up now
so ‘ret street and marching turned into a clocked up dump
we scam on sh-t 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 sh-t split for the minimum fee (yeah)
f-cking with them n-gg-z, got a ten for a ki’
got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
i’ll put it on your -ss for a profit, capiche?
don’t get mad ’cause i’ve been c-cking your niece
she been giving head and eating p-ssy like a lot of the freaks

[chorus x2]

whoa! [x6]

- juvenile lyrics

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