Daddy O - Intro Joint lyrics

Daddy-O, Daddy-O from Stet? Word black! C'mon man, you buggin Yo, the one and only You zonin now with that Daddy-O money, I'm tellin you! Yo (?), yo hold up hold up hold up Brother's comin back, But what's Daddy-O gon' come with in 1993? He better come right I don't know! (Yeah, here we go) [Daddy-O] 1993, and we say.. I'd like to give a big up to my East coast peeps Showbiz and A.G., P.E., B.D.P. G. Rap and Polo, Lords of the Underground They got it goin on The West coast got flavor too though Cause they got the Fellowship Shop and uh Hieroglyphics got props And I couldn't wait for Snoop Doggy Dogg's LP to drop Big up to my man Ice-T! (Big up..) +Cop k**er+ and all that, congrats on the new label kid Blow up, blow up! Yo, I'd like to give a big shout out To my producer on the board, my man Ed man Break it down Ed (ahhhhhh) Yo one more time one more time (Ed, Ed..) I like that.. my man, Rich Crash is on the set The engineer, we don't wanna say all-star Cause we ain't down with that Juice Crew thing But anyway, after this roll come up right I wanna give a big shoutout to my management record company My little bro Kedar, shinin like a star To my Atlanta crew, Arrested Development and all them They got it goin on My crew in Minneapolis, the Inner Sanctum Big Tim from the Group Home, they got it goin on And to everybody from Brooklyn for stayin behind me all this time Latin Quarter days, (??) allathat, check this out Do you believe in survival? Here's a little touch of that new school stuff Can't grow it on trees, it's a special blend Of them herbs and spices that make you go nutty Brand new year, so I gotta make the style match Nine-to-the-three still equals three That's one for the money and two for the show Three for the rhyme and the way the horns blow Sorry if you missed me, now I'm back So you can all get with me, that's a fact Don't ever try and diss me, if you do I'll turn you blue, and have to bury my shoe Inside your dome, I'm back from my stay away When you bought my tape, you declared a Daddy-O day When I make music, they play it in the Jeeps And it sounds SO good, you wanna run and tell your peeps That the O's got a new way, of makin the rhyme flow You know I ain't (?) so act like you know Those who doubted and continue to bite They can deepen it in and you can chew all night Big up to my man Little Rob he's in the house And he got it goin on To my Uptown crew, my nephew Hasi Boom On the tapes and all that To all the Uptown DJ's Ron G and Kid Capri and all of them For makin them bad a** tapes we play in the Jeeps and the cars Congratulations, the Fever's back open Gotta thank my man Big Sal for that And before I get outta here I just got one thing to say to y'all Y'all got a lot to worry about Mike Tyson is a m**m now, I'm out (Yeah, yeah, give it to 'em Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy Alright Daddy, bring it to me Daddy Give it to 'em Daddy, a let me have it Daddy..)