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жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Prophet, The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Just Like Daddy
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2Pac
жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Prophet, The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
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Outlawz, in this, no doubt Death Row, Makaveli You can call me daddy, uh I'll be ya daddy, that's right, uh Just like daddy, fo' the ladiesCome with me every time we ro' Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why? Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come onSunshine turns to rain Baby, I can take away ya pain If ya trust me, close ya eyes and feel the magic Neva leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddyI mer her when she was younger, her daddy died when she was younger Her moms let her do what she please, an' seen no one loved her Her eyes shined of love, a diamond in the rough The kind that you could love, not yet touch but so much, potentialYoungster, let me guide ya mental And to a place, with a sourness of pain you'll never taste By God's grace, you was born with that face Nothin' but pure beauty, so for an eternity, I feel it's my dutyTo be a souljah, yeah, baby, got plans to mold ya In the coldest nights is when I hold ya Like I'm supposed to, as we roll closer I'll take yo' hand gladly, anything you need, ask me Supportin' my baby girl just like daddyTo aliviate the stress, spendin' time wit you, I feel blessed When you gone, feel the pain so strong deep in my chest When I got arrested, came so close to goin' to jail Throwin' blows at the po, pos breakin' ya nailsScreamin' loud goin' all out, damn, I did You stayed locked down at Mom's house, watchin' the kids Through the whole bid in the V I, I see ya daily While my fake homies try to fuck you, you run and tell meThat's why I stay committed, I thank God every time I hit it Hopin' you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted Me and you against the world, we untouchable Screamin', like you dyin' every time I'm fuckin' youYa never had a father or a family but I'll be there No need to fear so much insanity and through the years I know ya gave me your heart, plus When I'm dirt broke and fucked up, ya still love meCome with me every time we ro' Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why? Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come onSunshine turns to rain Baby, I can take away ya pain If ya trust me, close ya eyes and feel the magic Neva leave when ya need me I'll do ya just like daddyBoo, would ya die for me? Down holdin' my pistol, gettin' high With mean sounds tougher than bristles But when you cry, I'll be ya tissueBack in the county written letters, how I miss you Givin' you credit, apologetic how I diss you Kiss you for thinkin' like a mona and on a level And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dialationFor a total twine ya, still, we right behind ya, true Life just me and you, no tellin' what we could do Gettin' high between the sheets, make the shit right here discrete Puttin' Nike's on ya belly while we fuckin' on the beachI love it when ya nut up and grab me I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddyShorty, I lend my hand out to help ya, lost soul lookin' for shelter On a late night accept it, treat ya good, won't disrespect ya My age is young, out of place, bitch, calling days is done From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hunPlaced her under my wing, showed her how we swing Now she rolling blunts for her king One day labeled, thug misses, the essence of my ghetto sisters Hugs and kisses, that's just for me to be a father figureJust like daddy (Come with me every time we ro') Just like daddy (Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why?) Just like daddy, come on (Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion) (Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come on)Just like daddy (Sunshine turns to rain) (Baby, I can take away ya pain) Just like daddy (If ya trust me) Just like daddy, come on (close ya eyes and feel the magic) (Neva leave when ya need me) (I'll do ya just like daddy)Throw ya hands up Put ya hands up Throw ya hands up Put ya hands up Throw ya hands up Put ya hands up Put ya hands up Throw ya hands upWhere my sistas? Where my sistas at? Where my sistas? Where my sistas at? Where my sistas? Where my sistas at? Throw ya hands in the air, uhWhere my sistas? Where my sistas at? Where my sistas? Where my sistas at? Where my sistas? Where my sistas at? Throw ya hands in the airJust like daddy (Sunshine turns to rain) (Baby, I can take away ya pain) Just like daddy (If ya trust me) Just like daddy, come on (close ya eyes and feel the magic) (Neva leave when ya need me) (I'll do ya just like daddy)Just like daddy (Come with me every time we ro') Just like daddy (Dedicate slow jams on the radio, oh, why?) Just like daddy, come on (Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion) (Lookin' out fo ya just like daddy, come on)Outlawz in this mutha fucka, yes, No doubt Die for Hussien, Makaveli, Napolean, ED, Kastro, Storm, yeah No doubt, get yo money Throw yo hands in the air Yeah, just like daddy babyKnow you got somewhere to go tonight 'Cause you a thug nigga, thug nigga, the thug nigga Come on, just like daddy Outlawz baby, outlaws, outlaws outlaw, outlaw Throw ya hands in the mutha fuckin' air
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