Mad Daddy." I am The Mad Mad Daddy Mah-mah-mah-mah-mah-mah Mad Mad Daddy Mah-mah-mah-mah-mah-mah Mad Mad Daddy Let's go baby Let's go daddy Now, I am
Traduzione: Aphex Twin. Come To Daddy, Little Lord Faulteroy Mix.
Uh! Who's your daddy, say, who's your daddy? Who's your daddy, girl, who's your daddy? Who's your daddy, bitch, who's your daddy? Who keeps you in line
rest Oh Lord I need the rest Just gimme some head room Just a little bitta head room Take me to your bed-room Show a little bitta leg room I need the rest Oh Lord
Lord can't save ya We got it bad, that freaky behavior [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] To some she's shy and to others she's wild But to her daddy she's an
. Fighting with emotions, What's the matter You are my souce, my strenght, my sword, my shield. Lord the miracle I need is right now. Now(5x) Lord the
boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy
Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with
to my older age? Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy.
Straight out the motherfucking bay Here we go [2Pac] Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody
And I'm sorry for not bein there Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world Bless the boys, and all my little girls To the Lord I'm eternal
big boys, breakin all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddy
crying in the bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy
the streets - a living Hell And I can't sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy Lord Come get me 'fore they hurt me Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn't change me My daddy
Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord
your crew But we remain true Muthafuckers still ballin' [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] Now if you kneel and pray And hope the lord understands When he
wonder why (You can bring your crew but we remain true motherf**kers still) [Verse Two: Trick Daddy] Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand
