Daddy Wanna Lyrics - Singles - Boot Camp Clik

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 could've 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 were, 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 

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, ha 

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, ha 

Fightin' and fussin', she's sayin', "Fuck Will" 

But bitches always tryin' to ice skate uphill 

But I'ma 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'ma bust my ass to make sure you have, girl 

'Cause right now you're all I have, word up 

Aiyo, daddy wanna leave now, your mom's 

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, yo 

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, nobody 

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 

You could say I love my son more than I love my wife 

Think twice, you be sayin' Dog is trife 

That's alright, 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 seventeen months but he acts seventeen 

My first born so I had to name him 

Dashawn Jarel [Incomprehensible] Yates 

He look like he lift weights 

When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates 

Daddy wanna stay but daddy gotta go 

Daddy can't hang 'cause daddy gotta show 

Poppa was a rollin' 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 them 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 

Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new X-Box 

I want a Nintendo Gamecube and I want some 

New games for my X-Box 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 a hundred dollars on my birthday