Daddy Wanna

And I know you don't wanna see me fight your moms

Get hype and commence to lead pipe your moms, yo

And I ain't going to jail

I'm packing my bags, I'm out the door, I gotta bail, yo

Sit you down on that stool (Uh-huh), give you a jewel

And let you know, you're never too young for that bull

Rule one, you must have knowledge of self

To know the only one you follow is self

Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wild

Growing up and they ruthless now, but you my child

And I had you when I was half you, now I have to

Show you how to follow no man, and when they ask you

What you wanna do when you grow, tell 'em, "Blow"

Let 'em know everything that glitter ain't gold

Never fold when you come against your obstacle

And know that nobody stopping you but you (Nobody)

Damn, it feel good to have my son on my chest

See my features in his face and I love him to death

Show him how to move right, chef right for a gain

'Cause me and my father never did the daddy-son thing

While I was in the streets pitching

Pitching), he in the crib bitching (Bitching)

Mom's out working, nobody in the kitchen

Now I got one of my own and my nephews is grown

Still I'm out grinding, making a house a home

From month to month, see, I live on the road

Give him jewels and heat to hold 'cause the world is cold

I put the joint in his hand so he used to the piece

Told him white man's justice is the black man's grief

You could say I love my son more than I love my wife

Think twice, you'll be saying, "Dog's trife"

But that's aight, it's a father and son type thing

I go to war for mines and that's word to everything

Know what I mean? Daddy gon' make the cash green

Whether fast or slow, my son know about the dough

You know, some say the boy look like me

But if he look like me, he gon' crook like me

He got a mind of his own, lighter tone like Mama Jones

And love phones, so boy be buckwilding when I'm gone

He do the type of shit to say he been here before

I think he seventeen months, but he act seventeen

My firstborn (Uh), so I had to name him Dushaun

Jarel Tamik Gates, he look like he lift weights

When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates

Daddy wanna stay, but daddy gotta go

Daddy can't hang 'cause daddy got a show

Papa was a rolling stone

Daddy used to hold iron, so I roll with chrome

I was named after pops, but they call me Tone

Some ways like my pops, some ways are my own

Daddy didn't know I got stoned 'til I got grown

Had my own car, home, and my son to mold

Just like daddy, he wanna hang and roll

Now I pass on game, how to gain and grow

I know hustlers that came, watched them go

I peep dudes on the come up, watched them blow

Give jewels to my little mans and watch him grow

Give him presents just to watch him glow

When I shine, you shine, violate mine, you gots to go

Stay focused, there's a lot you should know

Study life, listen and learn, sleep long, miss your turn

Gotta get in where you fit in when the spliff getting burned

When you see me on a mission, it's commission to earn

Remember, as a man thinketh, the world turn

Daddy want a new six, ya heard?

Do tricks absurd, my little homie's too quick to learn, word

Daddy need bricks (Bricks), my son need kicks (Kicks)

Timb boots, jean suits, all that new shit

He watch me do this, he know his daddy a soldier

I rep G and Jah 'cause that's me all over

Shit, ha, ha

Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new Xbox?

I want a Nintendo GameCube

And I want some new games for my Xbox too

I want a PlayStation too

And when you gon' take me and my

Brothers and sisters to Splish Splash?

And when you gon' take me to the store and buy ice cream and candy?

And when you gon' teach me how to drive your car?

I want a hundred dollars on my birthday