Текст песни Beanie Sigel f Young Chris - Oh Daddy
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]Oh daddyYou know you make me cry..How can you love me?I can`t understand why..[Beanie Sigel]That`s what they yellin when they grab meEyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab meOnce they realize they can`t have meWhen I leave `em try to let `em down easy likeI snatch your heart so easy like ValentineCan`t get caught up in that loop againNever letting Cupid inBoo you buggin ain`t no time to be lovinMan the grip on my pistol only thing I be hugginIt`s mack daddy not your daddy mackBitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap)I ain`t havin thatI can`t have your backLook how you act when I had your backPicture me havin that back to backI pimp proper like shrimp-lobsterCheck out my pimp-postureEven my limp proper, mamaI can`t help what`s runnin down your faceI moved your ass into that furnished placeLike you earned that space[Chorus][Beanie Sigel]God damn baby you had meAll the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladlyWe was tighter than Tommy Buns and KeeshaYou cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reeferShit I thought you was the one - you was my bitchThe one that never snitchedTaught you how to bust a fifth, shitI taught you how to push a whipTaught you how to suck a dickTaught you how to fluff a brickBut you got more drama than a B-mamaGot me goin through the motions like C. ThomasWith the bullshit, he say she sayThe bitch is mad cause my jams kick like EastbayMad cause they mans got they kicks on replayHow you drop from celebrity statusPushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagonsIn them sucka type JagsNow you fuckin type mad[Chorus][Young Chris]Oh mommy its so sadWe had it togetherYou had it wheneverThat`s yo badYou fucked upIt wasn`t meant to beYou lucked upTold me at the end don`t trust herSee that`s when all the bullshit startedThat`s what three me in reverse, counter-clockwiseIn my mind I swore that we would workBut I guess that I was wrongRan into a dead endUnfaithful bitchYou fucked the nigga I was blazin withFugazied shitIt wasn`t him it was the paper shitNowadays its all about the latest shitThat or they favorite...carOr get paper from ballUnless your label all thatAnd you labeled as starsMakin the millionsGot them bitches willin to doWhatever it takesTakin it off or willin to screwWhoever I bringGuess it`s a celebrity thingBut I was never ashamedI was blessed with the game[Chorus]