| My daddy was a dope dealer
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| My daddy was a street nigga
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| Wasn’t around a lot and I blame it on prison
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| As crazy as it may sound I wanna be just like him
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| Nobody can tell me no different
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| You may say he ain’t shit
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| But to me he’s the realest
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| He the realest
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| Ok dope dealing drug wizard cocaine powder everywhere
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| Pussy popping Gucci rocking pistol loaded by the dresser
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| Benz whipping windows tinted
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| Everybody stop and stare
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| Use that as a stepping stone
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| We ain’t in the hood no more
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| Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
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| We gon follow daddy’s steps
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| We gon live how daddy did
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| Tailored suits, diamond rings, hummer when the summer drops
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| Two seater ain’t had no top
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| Beat the case and beat the block
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| Bought all his children Avirex
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| My leather was black and red
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| Lito with the navy blue youngest brother turning heads
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| KK lived on Toley Street when I lived on navy day
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| We ain’t never reconnect til I was in the fifth grade
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| That’s my bro, that’s my woe
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| They can’t tell us boys apart
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| So if you test us
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| Best believe you gon have to meet my pops
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| Spare the ROD spoil child irony in what they say
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| He won’t hear it and that’s ok
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| Made me who I am today
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| My daddy was a dope dealer
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| My daddy was a street nigga
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| Wasn’t around a lot and I blame it on prison
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| As crazy as it may sound I wanna be just like him
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| When I grow up, when I grow up
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| Nobody can tell me no different
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| You may say he ain’t shit
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| But to me he’s the realest, he the realest
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| Ok, ok, ok, ok
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| Daddy said when you grow up
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| Hold your head and hold your spot
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| Never let a girl come between
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| What you and your brodies got
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| Irony in what they say
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| Bitches been our only problem
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| Only time we go to address them
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| When we off that alcohol
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| Think we got a lot built up
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| Angry nigga passive too
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| So we gon do what daddy do
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| Don’t speak unless it come to you
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| My daddy no child support
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| My daddy support his child
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| May not make my mama proud
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| But he just did what he knew how
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| My daddy gon hold us down
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| Whether he got it or not
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| My daddy gon let you know he do whatever for his seed
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| My daddy ain’t had no dad
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| He just doing what he seen
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| No benefit of the doubt
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| God made that nigga for me
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| Nobody can tell me no different
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| Nobody can tell me no different
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| My daddy, my daddy
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| Yea yea yea yea no no no no
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| No, nobody
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| Yea yea yea yea oh oh oh oh
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| Yea |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pops , by - Chaz French. Song from the album True Colors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп