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Текст песни Boot Camp Clik - Daddy Wanna

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[ female voice ]Nigga, where the fuck you been?I know you heard the phone paginI 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 callThe little kid`s pampers shitty as hell, ain`t no fuckin pampersThat`s where the fuck you went, right, to go get pampersWhere 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 youWhy, cause you was a deadbeat dad, niggaThat`s what the fuck you areThat`s the role you play, piece of shit[ VERSE 1: Starang ]Aiyo, I just want my baby to look and still love meKnowin that her daddy`s a crook, word upAll the time I`m in crazy dramaWhen I pick up the phone call my baby`s mama, ahaShe try to tell my baby I`m no goodBut she don`t like to explain how Starang is so hoodSayin money ain`t shit, she don`t know no betterShe got a regular job, she don`t owe no cheddar, ahaFightin and fussin, she`s sayin, "Fuck Will"But bitches always tryin to ice-skate uphillBut I`ma stay aggy to keep you happyKnowin it makes you mad when bitches try to get at meYou only four, don`t like your hair nappyWe both won`t rock gators less they Navy`sI`ma bust my ass to make sure you have, girlCause right now you`re all I have, word up[ VERSE 2: Sean Price ]Aiyo, daddy wanna leave nowYour moms playin games and I feel deceived nowI gotta go when I do a show or leave for tours she hatinSniffin my drawers, ask me if I`m fornicatinI`m like, bitch please, gone are the days of meTrickin with chickens on the ave that stripteaseYo, and I don`t like your momsGettin to the point where I wanna strike your momsAnd I know you don`t wanna see me fight your momsGet hype and commence to lead-pipe your momsAnd I ain`t goin to jailI`m packin my bags, I`m out the door, I gotta bail[ VERSE 3: Buckshot ]Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewelAnd let you know you`re never too young for that ruleRule one: you must have knowledge of selfTo know the only one you follow is selfAnything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wildGrowin up and they ruthless nowBut you my child and I had you when I was half youNow I have to show you how to follow no man and when they ask youWhat you wanna do when you grow, tell em blowLet em know everything that glitter ain`t goldNever fold when you come against a obstacleAnd know that nobody`s stoppin you but you[ VERSE 4: Tek ]Damn, it feel good to have my son on my chestSee my features in his face and I love him to deathShow him how to move right, just right for a gangCause me and my father never did the daddy-son thingWhile I was in the streets pitchin, he in the crib bitchinMoms out workin, nobody in the kitchenNow I got one of my own and my nephews is grownStill I`m out grindin makin a house a homeFrom month to month, see, I live on the roadGive em jewels and heat the hole cause the world is coldI put the joint in his hand so he used to the pieceTold 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 wifeThink twice, you be sayin Dog is trifeThat`s aight, it`s a father and son type thingI got to war for mines and that`s word to everythingKnow what I mean, daddy gon` make the cash creamWhether fast or slow my son know about the doughYou know, some say the boy look like meBut if he look like me he gon` crook like meHe got a mind of his own, lighter tone like mama JonesHe love phones, the boy be buckwildin when I`m goneHe do the type of shit they say he been here beforeI think he`s 17 months but he acts 17My first born, so I had to name him DashawnJarel [Name] Yates, he look like he lift weightsWhen we stack this cake, we gon` roll like skates[ VERSE 6: Steele ]Daddy wanna stay, but daddy gotta goDaddy can`t hang cause daddy gotta showPoppa was a rolling stoneDaddy used to hold iron so I roll with chromeI was named after pops but they called me ToneSome ways like my pops, some ways of my ownDaddy didn`t know I got stoned till I got grownHad my own car, home, and my son to moanJust like daddy he wanna hang and rollNow I pass on game how to gain and growI know hustlers that came, watched em goI peeped dudes on the come-up, watched em blowGive jewels to my little mens and watch em growGive em presents just to watch em glowWhen I shine you shine, violate mine, you gots to goStay focused, there`s a lot you sohuld kkonwStudy life, listen and learn, sleep long, miss your turnGotta get in where you fit in when a spliff gettin burnedWhen you see me on a mission it`s commission I earnRemember as a man think if the world turnDaddy want a new six, ya heard, do tricks absurdMy little homie`s too quick to learn, wordDaddy need bricks, my son need kicksTim boots, jeans suits, all that new shitHe watch me do this, he know his daddy a soldierI rep G and Jah cause that`s me all over[ kids ]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, tooI want a PlayStation 2Daddy, 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

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