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