Petey Pablo - Your Pops Don't Like Me lyrics

Ohh - female's dads be tripping, fo'real I mean I'mma playa wit mine, and see what happened was I was hollerin at this chick in front of the 99 cent store And like yo yo well here's, the whole story Yo yo yo [Verse 1] She was a tall slim model chick I met last week at the mall Cute feet with the baby fat Yo chick paged me to come over tommorrow So I smashed in the crib bumping (ohhh) Cam'Ron "Oh Boy" wit the doo rag on (oh boy) yo boy She sings that song, shes turing me on I'm I was to lone her but pops was home Coulda stayed at the crib holla at her on the phone Pops got hot, he was old school pimpin Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks Ran game when he came with the questions Boy you a younging how you going for the lexus Sorry mr jackson but I sell records Naw once again I ain't got a jail record It's Nick Cannon, that cat you ain't used too The rapper/actor, comedian/producer [Hook] I really don't like this dude I can't stand him, where did he come from, tell me I really don't like this dude I want so much more for my daughter Your pops don't like me, your pops don't like me [Verse 2] The girls in the ghetto flashing the size of their stilettos 6, 7, 8, wanta make us wait If they want a date, gotta ask pops You a grown woman, all that need to stop At the club you love thug, but at home you not Your daddy's little girl daddy loves a lot I bet he don't know bout that tat you got Naw I ain't playing, just whylin Shorty we should probably hook up, in Cali, teach You how to move in older birds and collies Cut to the next day in a half Called the crib, and your dad hung up on my a**s... [Imitating 50 Cent] Is it cause of the block ma, he don't like me Or is it the watch ma, he don't like me Cause I'm pushing a drop ma, he don't like me He don't like me, like me, your pops don't like me [Hook] [Verse 3] Is it cause I make more money then him TV shows and those films ain't funny to him Or is cause I keep the block hot With money and dem, rims inching ony my Benz Ya that's 20 on them now I'mma fallback, and get the win Last time I called back he picked up again Don't know you saw that my devilish grin Let you know the young black elvis is in I ain't stuntin your pops, why he frontin your pops Gonna have me straight huntin your pops Naw doesn't wanta Roy Jones your pops Left right uppercut, knockout your pops Close the door, lock out your pops We on a roll now suga,i ain't bout too stop I don't care if he tried kicking me out your house Do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth? [Hook] [Imitating 50 Cent] Is it cause I'm handsome, keep the ladies dancing he don't like me He don't like me Cause my house is a mansion, he don't like me Like me, your pops don't like me Is it cause the cornrolls, or is it my hormones The G's in the bank roll Like me, your pops don't like me [Repeat to fade]