it feel to be the big daddy of them all? Now you did it your way and man, you did it all. How does it feel to be the big daddy of them all?
knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Y'all actin
nigga, one is all and all is one I wanna see us all rich before all this done But it's really God call cause we all his sons Some I'ma play my role, hope
Papa had a wife and kids, he kept them on a leash And he bid them all to do his every deed When he was a kid, he was treated just the same So he hid his
hijack a plane [3rd Chorus] My son said: ?Daddy, I don't wanna go to school Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids
representin, yo I gotta do this bid tonight I gotta dance for these rich dudes Uptown When I reach there, I just put down my bags and tell them this
door "Y'all messed up my daddy's place" But in her hand she waved a policy Sayin' with a Mona Lisa grin "Well, y'all timed that one just about right
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2 The Clef is back with some adjustments Refugee camp Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin
'll haters wanna courtsy me fine But I met mills, ya'll ain't worth a dime Ain't worth my time, curves stay dented Gotta do a bid, daddy watch the kids
nation I got all the hookers, goddamn It I got Sensational Sherry, Juicy Lucy Nasty Nancy and Tammy Toe Jam All of them ready, willing and able to give the Mack Daddy All
Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent I remember when I was young All my people told me I could Be anything I wanted
the house Don't say a word [Chorus] [Verse 3] I been rhyming since 1986, when R&B wasn't feeling us No rap on Soul Train, motherfuck Don Cornelius Now they all loving us after all
Shadow] Eventualy I'ma have to see the penitentury For sending all you fake mothafuckas to the cemetry I'm granting death wishes, for all those bitches
around begging me to suckle them And tie their mothers down, I will kill their girlfriends I will smoke their crack I become the pimp-daddy I become
wonder how I keep from going under My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids
so easy Mush-a-ring-um duram da Whack fol the daddy O Whack fol the daddy O There?s whiskey in the jar I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
I drew my rapier, Sayin' "stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the daddy-o, Whack fol the daddy