Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lil Daddy , by - Juvenile. Release date: 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 |