that fast Daddy gotta get that cash (I'm goin' ta get it, I'm goin' ta get it) Daddy gotta get that cash Daddy gotta get that cash
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best guess only on Daddy Nitro's reggae patois [Daddy Nitro] Now hear dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen? Daddy Nitro
with the flow and the dough, we get busy And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought
though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rockafeller died of AIDS, that
all ways to money so we mashing, we dashing Get paid around parting give me twist a thug and I get up, in that ass I'm here to get that money keep it
Get By' Now gotta make a choice, go home or get high Mommy and daddy miss her, she left for the fame Now what's left is the dirt that's thrown on her
my whip Martin but the first name Aston tata head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin' think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt I was young
it) I'm yo' daddy (Alright) I'm that clean at a school caddy (Yes) I'm yo supplyer (uh huh) I'm yo' buyer (Not good) I'm that tree in the forest that'
passin Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston Potato head niggas get mashed when I?m spazzin? Think you fucking with me put your cash in Nah I doubt
like that My music flows like Domino's I pimp these hoes that's how it goes Tenders on my beeper all day and night I'm a true Blue Player homeboy that
and everything is alright 'cause if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight Baby girl is at home and she's screaming daddy Momma don't know,
girls I be pimpin Walk like I'm limpin, this brother ain't simpin Not to mention, I'm winner of Mack Daddy conventions I get a lot of attention Sleepin in sheets that
, nigga picture that With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness but that
too tall put the rhyme between my legs then I'll score never mind a whore I wanna do a phat tour come freak the style that the big Michelle display you know the style that
motherfuckers into parts like Rocky Part I, part II, part III, niggaz can't fuck with me My style's knock-kneed plum crazy (What?) Who's that wild ass
nothin' other than take the record out the cover You get the song at its strong and random flow You sing along 'cause the words you heard you know Hostile the style that style
with Snoop Lyin' to you to get thrilled Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother wanna know Smokin' that stink
