[Verse 1: {Whoo Kid}]
an*lyze the way that I walk, check out my outfit (g'eah!) {Whooooo!}
Notice the bulge in my sweater, it'll come out quick. [gunshot]
Distance myself from n***as that ain't about sh** (g'eah!)
My n***az overreact so don't let your mouth sled. (AAAGGGGHH!)
I'm drinkin', thinkin', smokin', chokin', tryin' to maintaiiiin (uh-huh!)
Now hurry up! It's time to put up my A-game. (g'eah!)
My enviroment is paranoid ever since AIDS came
You f** around get real skinny and loose yo braids mayne. (dam!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo}
I'm in that Californian product got that backwood {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
My mixtapes is better than most albums I'm that good! (YEEEEAAH!) {HAHA! }
If I thought it, I spoke it, if I said it, I meant it
No one is innocent you ether broke a law or you bent it. (uh-huuuh!)
Home of the cop k**as and broke down houses (uh!)
Your typical influence is; no one knows where they child is. (uh!)
[Chorus:]
Dear Fatheeeer...
I'm askin' for yo' hand,
Drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a man. (yeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Can you look down on us?
Cause lately I've been noticing a black crowd on us. ('eeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Will you accept me now,
If I get caught up slippin and my heart let's me down. (yeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
I've been feelin' alot of preasure,
When they know you doin' good they wanna test ya. {NON STOP!}
[Verse 2:]
The lil' kids cry where I'm at! - And they ain't gotta carry books
Cause mamma used the "Book-Back - Money" to buy crack,
Besides that! (that!) - n***as still hate out they mouth fast
Now look around, there's more meets than "Dre from OutKast". ('ahaa!) {Whoooooo!}
The system ain't sh**! - We all laugh. (f** them!)
The police will handcuff a n***a, then ask for a autograph. (oh!)
You a**ume that you bigga,
Till I flip out and put the metal on yo face like the "Sanct Lunatic n***a" (uuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooh!)
{NON STOP} [gunshot] I got my vest - ON! I got my strap - ON!
My n***a fall down in the mix, I'm goin' back - FOR HIM! (ha!)
Now my stats - GROWN. (uh!) b**hes know who I am
I hit the stage pop the rubberband and throw 'em a grand. (YEAH!)
And - I'm in that tanned Lamb', blowin on the green gra**
.40-Cali' on me cause the dash got a mean stash. [gunshot] (OOHH!)
Don't let me industry him, take over Queens fast (uh-huh!)
The illest mothaf**in' team ask. (yeeeeah!)
[Chorus:]
Dear Fatheeeer...
I'm askin' for yo' hand,
Drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a man. (yeah!) {CASH LLOYD BANK$!}
Dear Fatheeeer...
Can you look down on us? {"HUNGER FOR MORE TOUR"!}
Cause lately I've been noticing a black crowd on us. ('eeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Will you accept me now,
If I get caught up slippin' and my heart let's me down. (yeah!) {"HUNGER FOR MORE"...}
Dear Fatheeeer... {PLATINUM! }
I've been feelin' alot of preasure,
When they know you doin' good they wanna test ya.
[Verse 3:]
What's poppin' lil' n***a? Come here! - Let me spit in yo ear! {Whooooo!}
Don't you want some of the foul sh** that goes on here?
Yeah? - It'll take some time so you should pull up a chair (uh-huh!)
While we - start with them stupid mothaf**as right there. (uh-huh!) {Whoooo!}
They sell 'em all day looong, they usualy inappear (g'eah!)
They be standin' on that corner 2 in the morning with that beer. (g'eah!)
Tryin' to pitch on some product to get some gear (uh-huh!)
And they babymammas still ridin the bus and can barely afford the fare. (HA!) {NON STOP!}
No replacements in there. - We change faces every year (g'eah!)
So nobody can miss him and they invent they disappear (g'eah!)
But it wasn't always like that (uh-huh!) they slipped off the right track (uh!)
Bucked into (uh!) a roadblock (uh!) from the oneway (uh!) full off gunplay. [gunshot] (YEAH!)
Yo' b**h wanted Sunday! - But I rather hit it sooner
Keep ya dirty encircled don't get attituted arumer. (whooo!)
Into the average consumer - it might seem harsh
But this is how the bullsh** starts. (aaaayo!)
[Chorus:]
Dear Fatheeeer...
I'm askin' for yo' hand, {CAN'T FORGET NELSON!}
Drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a man. (yeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer... {OH AND MONEY...}
Can you look down on us? {COMIN' AT TO YOU! }
Cause lately I've been noticing a black crowd on us. ('eeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Will you accept me now,
If I get caught up slippin' and my heart let's me down. (yeah!) {THUG GABIE...}
Dear Fatheeeer... {YOU GET IT TOO! }
I've been feelin' alot of preasure,
When they know you doin' good they wanna test ya. [gunshot] {Whoooo! } [beat stops]