Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come To Daddy (feat. Camu Tao), artist - The Weathermen. Date of issue: 04.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come To Daddy (feat. Camu Tao) |
| Y’all fucked up, shoulda stuck me in ICU |
| Cause the type of shit that I’m on, when I see you… |
| Dollar fifty in your face, Tryin' to graze ya |
| The lead go in the bone and your face get stuck to my razor |
| Kick your shoulders from your head while you pleadin your case… |
| And the little girls you with like: «yo he’s gonna eat his face!» |
| Pull out 2 nine’s and an eight, two for killin' one for drillin' |
| Hold metal to your face if you think you’re supervillain |
| Talk to women with sex and to God with a pistol |
| Fuck a married Mossberg, my barrel’s stayin' single |
| With a pregnant pump I let shit jump out on the floor |
| See how it moves now I leave out with tools |
| I’ll leave out the school of robots by the chorus |
| Like when I jumped off tour bus ran home and did more dust |
| Stick your hands up like the camera’s upside down |
| And you got pussy in your lap and you goin' fuck right now |
| And if you wanna get freaky and nasty |
| We can make good in the back of the cabby |
| Come to daddy… |
| They wanna kill me in the club |
| Put slugs in my mug, player I don’t give a fuck |
| Come to daddy… |
| These punks wanna jump |
| Come to daddy… |
| These chickens gettin drunk |
| Come to daddy… |
| You want me to put slugs in ya? |
| Come to daddy… |
| Ok… |
| Come to daddy… |
| What? |
| Come to daddy… |
| I fall in on that spot babe, I’m peepin' your game |
| Swivel table round that ass girl it’s lookin real good |
| These lame frogs try to play ball, I’m used to the pitch |
| I’ll put a screen on your dames body, scoopin' your bitch |
| So get played on that game called, losin' your shit |
| Come redecorate your crib fast, movin' your shit |
| I’m still peepin' out your dames ass, losin' the grip |
| On that neck head through the plate glass |
| Loose shoots in ya' wig |
| Yo, Cadillac STS, with some tamed hash |
| Tanqa Ray, grape fruit juice, stained glass |
| And I spend cash all night and clap off twice |
| And pack bongs tight and sip martini’s fast |
| And get ass all night… |
| And I can come and choke you up let’s all hear it |
| Tellin' me not to do it when I swing you from the terrace |
| Major pain to the establishment |
| Made famous in seconds… |
| Get props and guest spots on black plots like checkers… |
| And if you wanna get freaky and nasty |
| We can make good in the back of the cabby |
| Come to daddy… |
| They wanna kill me in the club |
| Put slugs in my mug, player I don’t give a fuck |
| Come to daddy… |
| These punks wanna jump |
| Come to daddy… |
| These chickens gettin drunk |
| Come to daddy… |
| You want me to put slugs in ya? |
| Come to daddy… |
| Ok… |
| Come to daddy… |
| What? |
| Come to daddy… |
| You can’t take shit too far? |
| You can’t take it far enough! |
| You’d think Colin Powell came and A&R'ed us |
| Pull out like pre-aids in front of your girl scandalous shit |
| Take more strength out my finger to handle your chick |
| And when I leave I’ll bet she’ll be up on your shit list |
| The best knockers I’ve seen was on a Jehovah’s Witness |
| So if you’re trunk look good I’ll run the Caddy |
| Til your chickens come to daddy now come with daddy… |
| Yo, some ecstasy pills a bag of dope I’ll make you spazz out at the wheel |
| Makin' you smash into poles, get your head open then shatter your nose |
| And get them bitches open crackin' laughin' at holmes |
| Well it’s on all up in the club Liberty City |
| With these stupid bitches sniffin' on kitty lickin' on titties |
| And the problem stops, after the collars pop |
| Roofies have you with some ugly bitches swallowing crotch |
| And if you wanna get freaky and nasty |
| We can make good in the back of the cabby |
| Come to daddy… |
| They wanna kill me in the club |
| Put slugs in my mug, player I don’t give a fuck |
| Come to daddy… |
| These punks wanna jump |
| Come to daddy… |
| These chickens gettin drunk |
| Come to daddy… |
| You want me to put slugs in ya? |
| Come to daddy… |
| Ok… |
| Come to daddy… |
| What? |
| Come to daddy… |