Juvenile - Lil' Daddy lyrics

[Juvenile talking] Whoa! C'mon Whoa! I hear you n***az 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***az that's as real as my Saints jersey I stand here posted in the worst of times knowing n***az 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***az 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***az done shot them my people done told me I could roll I got a reputation for beating n***az 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] I'm way over the top with mines I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes Poor n***az be eating pork, rich n***az 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 hoe '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***az 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] I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could cause all the big mouth n***az be gettin knocked in the hood remeber them lil' n***az? they done grew up now So 'ret street and marching 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***az, 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 profit, capiche? 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 x2] Whoa! [x6]