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Lil' Daddy - Juvenile



     
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Whoa, c'mon, whoa
Whoa, I hear you niggaz heart pumpin', c' mon
Whoa, what's up? Whoa, [Incomprehensible]
Whoa, U.T.P, U.T.P
He gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof, money get packed up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey
I stand here, posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket
You see something you like, go 'head and cop it
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
You might do Lil' Daddy like that but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them
My people done told me I could roll

I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then, whoa
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Woah
I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse, nigga, you just wait
Couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches, so get that shit straight
You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place
I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them
Ain't lookin' for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems
All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my children, my gun and my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers, I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
I tried to play the background as much as I could
'Cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin' knocked in the hood
Remember them lil' niggaz? They done grew up now
So 'ret street and [Incomprehensible] turned into a clocked up dump
We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting until the night come 'round
Hey lil' mama, I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
Yeah, you like that now
I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split for the minimum fee, yeah
Fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki'
Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a [Incomprehensible]
Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
...

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New Orleans-based rapper Juvenile was born Terius Gray. After beginning his performing career while in his teens, he released a 1995 album on Warlock titled Being Myself. He eventually crossed paths with Cash Money label owners Ronald "Suga Slim" and Brian "Baby" Williams, who issued 1996's Solja Rags; the album became a major underground hit, and set the stage for the release of 1998's 400 Degreez. In 1999, with Juvenile's popularity growing, Solja Rags was reissued nationally, and Warlock jumped on the bandwagon with a remixed version of Being Myself. The year ended with the release of a new studio effort, Tha G-Code, followed by Project English two years later in 2001. In 2002 he left Cash Money and formed his own collective, the UTP Playas (Uptown Project Playas), with whom he recorded a posse album, The Compilation. The album went nowhere and a year later he was back on Cash Money and releasing Juve the Great which featured the chart-topping hit "Slow Motion". The 2005 single from the UTP Playas "Noila Clap" was another big track and Juvenile was ready once again to shopping for a new label. As he was signing a new contract with Asylum his Slidell, Louisiana home was destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. The hurricane and its grim aftermath were hot topics on his 2006 album Reality Check.



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