Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Daddy, artist - Beanie Sigel. Date of issue: 28.03.2005
Song language: English
Oh Daddy |
| Oh daddy |
| You know you make me cry. |
| How can you love me? |
| I can’t understand why. |
| That’s what they yellin when they grab me Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me Once they realize they can’t have me When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like |
| I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine |
| Can’t get caught up in that loop again |
| Never letting Cupid in Boo you buggin ain’t no time to be lovin |
| Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin |
| It’s mack daddy not your daddy mack |
| Bitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap) |
| I ain’t havin that |
| I can’t have your back |
| Look how you act when I had your back |
| Picture me havin that back to back |
| I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster |
| Check out my pimp-posture |
| Even my limp proper, mama |
| I can’t help what’s runnin down your face |
| I moved your ass into that furnished place |
| Like you earned that space |
| God damn baby you had me All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly |
| We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha |
| You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer |
| Shit I thought you was the one — you was my bitch |
| The one that never snitched |
| Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit |
| I taught you how to push a whip |
| Taught you how to suck a dick |
| Taught you how to fluff a brick |
| But you got more drama than a B-mama |
| Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas |
| With the bullshit, he say she say |
| The bitch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay |
| Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay |
| How you drop from celebrity status |
| Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons |
| In them sucka type Jags |
| Now you fuckin type mad |
| Oh mommy its so sad |
| We had it together |
| You had it whenever |
| That’s yo bad |
| You fucked up It wasn’t meant to be You lucked up Told me at the end don’t trust her |
| See that’s when all the bullshit started |
| That’s what three me in reverse, counter-clockwise |
| In my mind I swore that we would work |
| But I guess that I was wrong |
| Ran into a dead end |
| Unfaithful bitch |
| You fucked the nigga I was blazin with |
| Fugazied shit |
| It wasn’t him it was the paper shit |
| Nowadays its all about the latest shit |
| That or they favorite… car |
| Or get paper from ball |
| Unless your label all that |
| And you labeled as stars |
| Makin the millions |
| Got them bitches willin to do Whatever it takes |
| Takin it off or willin to screw |
| Whoever I bring |
| Guess it’s a celebrity thing |
| But I was never ashamed |
| I was blessed with the game |