Daddy Mahmoud please take me to the party and let me stink curry! So we well smell some curry! When you are alone and you need some friends I think
For all the times that we We ever wouldn't be Look at us, baby Look at us now For everyday that I Should have you by my side We'll make it baby Look
And she says.. Daddy, Daddy, don't leave, I'll do anything to keep you, Right here with me, Can't you see how much i need you? Daddy, Daddy, don't leave
You still can't leave the party til you drop your crucial info Am I jaded in assuming that you're simply bound to do me Like them other lyricists who
This right here is only for your eyes to see But you gettin' carried away Saying we can do it where ever The way you touchin' me like no other (I'
the radio, peace out without you I wouldn't be gettin' it on ya know, what I'm sayin'? And y'all all are players (Players, players) To some of the rappers that gave me respect When others
Pimp and Bun like DMC and DJ Run Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game Then ge on B E T and they don't mention my name Some grip it on that other
that hoe crazy! man and yall dont wanna met her, but her home girl nita swallow cum by the liter, she look good in boardshorts and a beater. but this other
if you don't, it's alright 'Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night When I was 3 years old Straight pimp game I was told My daddy sent
wutch ya like Scratch where ya like Itch if ya like Daddy, can I go outside? Huh, go where ya like, kid A brief announcement to all radio DJ's If this
it popping, let's go! Yo yo Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten
[Puffy] Yes indeed once again For those who don't know What the sounds of the youngest DJ in charge Ron G I wanna say whassup to Mary And this that
your loot, here to make it go the other way In a vocabulary scrimage But cursing in my village ain't good for my image So Big Daddy, you know it's time
Lover MC, Heavy D This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz This also goes out to my money earnin' Mount Vernon crew J. Daddy
Peace to Redman, Apache, Vinnie and Treach Nevertheless on the other side of town There's my brother, Lord, Finesse gettin' down for his crown DJ Sirs
We did this shit here for the DJ [Chorus:] Saw me pull up in that 458 She geeked Saw so many other bitches on my dick She geeked She couldn't believe
[DJ Drama] (Dramatic Nigga) [Drake] Uh, well alright, here I go I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke But i don't need my vocal chords
me to battle but they lose (Chaa) Then I'm wakin up with my kids on a pain cruise (Chaa) They callin me daddy, wake up in a strip club they callin me daddy
