D-12 - Just Like You lyrics

Daddy? I want to be just like When I grow up. Just like I want to be just like When I grow up. Just like I want to be just like When I grow up. Just like I want to be just like When I grow up. Just like Son, you don't want to be just like your daddy. Pimping hoes out here driving caddies. Running round town, f**ing geezers. Shot's in your a**, catching diseases. Son, your daddy got a foul mouth. For f**ing b**hes in they foul mouth. I can't help it, my group's D12. All we do is pop pills and stay in jail. Talking nasty sh**, Bizarre won't stop. I f** two twins, with a midget on top. A sick mind, raping an old lady. Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby, All I can teach you, learn how to mac. Smoke crack, smack a b**h when she talk back. Matter fact slap her until she's a s*ut. Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a f**? Don't go to school, become a catholic priest. Sell crack to your auntie Denise. If auntie Denise is short 40 cent Make her get on the ground and s** some more dick. Nas is probably gon hate me. When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me. Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track? All he gon do is talk about who*es and smoking crack. If your wife is pregnant I call her a who*e. Leave her no money and go out on tour. Nah, I'm playing leave her something. I pack a hot dog and a f**ing dirty muffin. (Damn) You're my son, I'm trynna teach you something. You're eight years old? It's time to start f**ing. You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice. Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice.