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JUVENILE lyrics : "Lil' Daddy"

[Juvenile talking]
Whoa! C'mon Whoa! I hear you ^!$$%z heart pumpin
c' mon, whoa!, whats up, whoa! U.T.P, U.T.P


[Verse 1: Juvenile]
he gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch

out of the roof money get packed up and moved in the truck
kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky ^!$$%z that's as real as my Saints jersey

I stand here posted in the worst of times
knowing ^!$$%z after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet, but I could teach you how to @@#! it and pop it

and how to put some money in your pocket
you see something you like go 'head and cop it
but watch it, ^!$$%z gone knock it

trying to get you for your paper when them (*##$es is jockin'
you might do lil' daddy like that, but this is not him
don't look for your people to help you, my ^!$$%z done shot them

my people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating ^!$$%z and hoes
stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows

pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then Whoa!

[Baby a.k.a. Birdman (chorus x2)]

Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy, I got to have it Lil Daddy

I want that brand new Caddy

[Verse 2]

I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor ^!$$%z be eating pork, rich ^!$$%z be eating steak

I'ma get me a Porterhouse ^!$$%, you just wait
you couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 (*##$es so get that %#@! straight

You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her face
look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place
I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant

I got a trail of ^!$$%z telling cops what I did to them
I ain't lookin for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems

all I got is my ball and my words
my momma, my daddy, my chil'ren, my gun, and my herb
%#@!, they got a lot of killers I know

but ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa!

[chorus x2]


[Verse 3]


I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could
cause all the big mouth ^!$$%z be gettin knocked in the hood
remeber them lil' ^!$$%z? they done grew up now

So 'ret street and marching turned into a clocked up dump
we scam on %#@! because we love that sound
we not concerned about waiting unitl the night come 'round

hey lil' mama I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
(puffing sound) yeah, you like that now
I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets

I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your %#@! split for the minimum fee (yeah)
$#&@ing with them ^!$$%z, got a ten for a ki'

got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your $$# for a profit, capiche?
don't get mad 'cause I've been @@#!ing your niece

she been giving head and eating #~!!@ like a lot of the freaks

[chorus x2]


Whoa! [x6]

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