Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lil Daddy, artist - Juvenile.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lil Daddy |
Whoa! |
C’mon Whoa! |
I hear you niggas heart pumpin |
C' mon, whoa!, whats up, whoa! |
U.T.P, U.T.P |
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 niggas that’s as real as my Saints jersey |
I stand here posted in the worst of times |
Knowing niggas after me, gonna rehearse my grind |
I’m not a prophet, but I could teach you how to cock 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, niggas gone knock it |
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin' |
You might do lil' daddy like that, but this is not him |
Don’t look for your people to help you, my niggas done shot them |
My people done told me I could roll |
I got a reputation for beating niggas and hoes |
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows |
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then Whoa! |
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 |
I’m way over the top with mines |
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes |
Poor niggas be eating pork, rich niggas be eating steak |
I’ma get me a Porterhouse nigga, you just wait |
You couldn’t step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8″ |
It’s mister 400 bitches so get that shit straight |
You better talk to your ho 'fore I put dick 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 niggas 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 |
Shit, they got a lot of killers I know |
But ain’t too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa! |
I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could |
Cause all the big mouth niggas be gettin knocked in the hood |
Remeber them lil' niggas? |
they done grew up now |
So 'ret street and (?) turned into a clocked up dump |
We scam on shit 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 shit split for the minimum fee (yeah) |
Fucking with them niggas, got a ten for a ki' |
Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece |
I’ll put it on your ass for a (?) |
Don’t get mad cause I’ve been cocking your niece |
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks |
(chorus) -repeat untill end |