Birdman - Lil' Daddy lyrics

[Juvenile talking] Whoa! C'mon Whoa! I hear you n***as 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 k** me if you feel I ain't worthy I inherited sk**s from murky n***as that's as real as my Saints jersey I stand here posted in the worst of times Knowing n***as after me, gonna rehearse my grind I'm not a prophet, but I could teach you how to co*k 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, n***as gone knock it Trying to get you for your paper when them b**hes is jockin' You might do lil' daddy like that, but this is not him Don't look for your people to help you, my n***as done shot them My people done told me I could roll I got a reputation for beating n***as 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: Juvenile] I'm way over the top with mines I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes Poor n***as be eating pork, rich n***as be eating steak I'ma get me a Porterhouse n***a, you just wait You couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8" It's mister 400 b**hes so get that sh** 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 n***as 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 sh**, they got a lot of k**ers I know But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa! (chorus x2) [Verse 3: Juvenile] I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could Cause all the big mouth n***as be gettin knocked in the hood Remeber them lil' n***as? they done grew up now So 'ret street and (?) turned into a clocked up dump We scam on sh** 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 sh** split for the minimum fee (yeah) f**ing with them n***as, got a ten for a ki' Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece I'll put it on your a** for a (?) Don't get mad cause I've been co*king your niece She been giving head and eating p**y like a lot of the freaks (chorus) -repeat untill end