Oh Daddy - Beanie Sigel, Young Chris

Oh daddy

You know you make me cry.

How can you love me?

I can’t understand why.

That’s what they yellin when they grab me Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me Once they realize they can’t have me When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like

I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine

Can’t get caught up in that loop again

Never letting Cupid in Boo you buggin ain’t no time to be lovin

Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin

It’s mack daddy not your daddy mack

Bitch you got it criss-crossed (scrap)

I ain’t havin that

I can’t have your back

Look how you act when I had your back

Picture me havin that back to back

I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster

Check out my pimp-posture

Even my limp proper, mama

I can’t help what’s runnin down your face

I moved your ass into that furnished place

Like you earned that space

God damn baby you had me All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly

We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha

You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer

Shit I thought you was the one — you was my bitch

The one that never snitched

Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit

I taught you how to push a whip

Taught you how to suck a dick

Taught you how to fluff a brick

But you got more drama than a B-mama

Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas

With the bullshit, he say she say

The bitch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay

Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay

How you drop from celebrity status

Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons

In them sucka type Jags

Now you fuckin type mad

Oh mommy its so sad

We had it together

You had it whenever

That’s yo bad

You fucked up It wasn’t meant to be You lucked up Told me at the end don’t trust her

See that’s when all the bullshit started

That’s what three me in reverse, counter-clockwise

In my mind I swore that we would work

But I guess that I was wrong

Ran into a dead end

Unfaithful bitch

You fucked the nigga I was blazin with

Fugazied shit

It wasn’t him it was the paper shit

Nowadays its all about the latest shit

That or they favorite… car

Or get paper from ball

Unless your label all that

And you labeled as stars

Makin the millions

Got them bitches willin to do Whatever it takes

Takin it off or willin to screw

Whoever I bring

Guess it’s a celebrity thing

But I was never ashamed

I was blessed with the game