Daddy Wanna

[Intro: Female Voice] Nigga, where the fuck you been? I know you heard the phone pagin I know you heard the shit goin off, okay? Where the fuck you was at? Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldn't fuckin call The little kid's pampers shitty as hell, ain't no fuckin pampers That's where the fuck you went, right, to go get pampers Where the shit's at? You don't smell that shit? You smell it, right, you smell the fuckin house? Where the fuck was you? Why you think the kids act like that when you come around? They don't fuckin know you Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga That's what the fuck you are That's the role you play, piece of shit [Verse 1: Starang] Aiyo, I just want my baby to look and still love me Knowin that her daddy's a crook, word up All the time I'm in crazy drama When I pick up the phone call my baby's mama, aha She try to tell my baby I'm no good But she don't like to explain how Starang is so hood Sayin money ain't shit, she don't know no better She got a regular job, she don't owe no cheddar, aha Fightin and fussin, she's sayin, "Fuck Will" But bitches always tryin to ice-skate uphill But I'mma stay aggy to keep you happy Knowin it makes you mad when bitches try to get at me You only four, don't like your hair nappy We both won't rock gators less they Navy's I'mma bust my ass to make sure you have, girl Cause right now you're all I have, word up [Verse 2: Sean Price] Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now Your moms playin games and I feel deceived now I gotta go when I do a show or leave for tours she hatin Sniffin my drawers, ask me if I'm fornicatin I'm like, bitch please, gone are the days of me Trickin with chickens on the ave that striptease Yo, and I don't like your moms Gettin to the point where I wanna strike your moms And I know you don't wanna see me fight your moms Get hype and commence to lead-pipe your moms And I ain't goin to jail I'm packin my bags, I'm out the door, I gotta bail [Verse 3: Buckshot] Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewel And let you know you're never too young for that rule Rule one: you must have knowledge of self To know the only one you follow is self Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wild Growin up and they ruthless now But you my child and I had you when I was half you Now I have to show you how to follow no man and when they ask you What you wanna do when you grow, tell em blow Let em know everything that glitter ain't gold Never fold when you come against a obstacle And know that nobody's stoppin you but you [Verse 4: Tek] Damn, it feel good to have my son on my chest See my features in his face and I love him to death Show him how to move right, just right for a gang Cause me and my father never did the daddy-son thing While I was in the streets pitchin, he in the crib bitchin Moms out workin, nobody in the kitchen Now I got one of my own and my nephews is grown Still I'm out grindin makin a house a home From month to month, see, I live on the road Give em jewels and heat the hole cause the world is cold I put the joint in his hand so he used to the piece Told him white man's justice is a black man's grief [Verse 5: Top Dog] You could say I love my son more than I love my wife Think twice, you be sayin Dog is trife That's aight, it's a father and son type thing I got to war for mines and that's word to everything Know what I mean, daddy gon' make the cash cream Whether fast or slow my son know about the dough You know, some say the boy look like me But if he look like me he gon' crook like me He got a mind of his own, lighter tone like mama Jones He love phones, the boy be buckwildin when I'm gone He do the type of shit they say he been here before I think he's 17 months but he acts 17 My first born, so I had to name him Dashawn Jarel [Name] Yates, he look like he lift weights When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates [Verse 6: Steele] Daddy wanna stay, but daddy gotta go Daddy can't hang cause daddy gotta show Poppa was a rolling stone Daddy used to hold iron so I roll with chrome I was named after pops but they called me Tone Some ways like my pops, some ways of my own Daddy didn't know I got stoned till I got grown Had my own car, home, and my son to moan Just like daddy he wanna hang and roll Now I pass on game how to gain and grow I know hustlers that came, watched em go I peeped dudes on the come-up, watched em blow Give jewels to my little mens and watch em grow Give em presents just to watch em glow When I shine you shine, violate mine, you gots to go Stay focused, there's a lot you should know Study life, listen and learn, sleep long, miss your turn Gotta get in where you fit in when a spliff gettin burned When you see me on a mission it's commission I earn Remember as a man think if the world turn Daddy want a new six, ya heard, do tricks absurd My little homie's too quick to learn, word Daddy need bricks, my son need kicks Tim boots, jeans suits, all that new shit He watch me do this, he know his daddy a soldier I rep G and Jah cause that's me all over [Outro: Kids Speaking] Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new Xbox? I want a Nintendo Gamecube And I want some new games for my Xbox, too I want a PlayStation 2 Daddy, when you gon' take me and my brothers and sisters to Splish Splash? And when you gon' take me to the store and buy ice cream and candy? And when you gon' teach me how to drive your car? And I want $100 on my birthday