"Lil' Daddy" lyrics

Whoa! C'mon. Whoa! I hear you niggas heart pumping
C'mon. Whoa! What's up. Whoa! U.T.P., U.T.P.

[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 for murking niggas that's as real as my Saints jersey
I stand here posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggas after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet, but I could teach you how to cock 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, niggas gon' knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jocking
You might do little daddy like that, but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggas done shot them
My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating niggas and hoes
Sticking to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then. Whoa!

Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy, I got to have it little Daddy
I want that brand-new Caddy

I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggas be eating pork, rich niggas be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse nigga, you just wait
You couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6'8"
It's mister 400 bitches so get that shit straight
You better talk to your ho '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 niggas telling cops what I did to them
I ain't looking 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 mamma, my daddy, my children, my gun, and my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa!

Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy, I got to have it little Daddy
I want that brand-new Caddy

Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy, I got to have it little Daddy
I want that brand-new Caddy

I tried to play the background as much as I could
'Cause all the big mouth niggas be getting knocked in the hood
Remember them little niggas? They done grew up now
So 'ret street and [?] turned into a clocked up dump
We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting until the night come 'round
Hey little mama I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
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 shit split for the minimum fee (yeah)
Fucking with them niggas, got a ten for a ki'
Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a [?]
Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks

Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy, I got to have it little Daddy
I want that brand-new Caddy

Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it little Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it little Daddy, I got to have it little Daddy
I want that brand-new Caddy