Posts Tagged ‘Daddy’

Pimp Daddy Welfare, the poorest MC,
So damn broke you can’t fix me,
Take a look and it’s easy to see,
I’m the pooerest pimp in history,
Gotta pimp every ho on the street,
Just so I can put shoes on my feet,
And in the winter to turn on the heat,
Gotta pimp waitresses just to eat,
Broke as hell,
My albums wont sell,
But still I’m living pretty well,
I got some vodka,
I got some weed,
And I got a lotta ho’s all over me,
Not living a life of luxury,
But still I see your jealousy,
Cause you’re a punk,
That gets no play,
And you see me with a new bitch every day,

You got a nice car,
Nice watch, nice clothes,
But still you can’t get no ho’s,
Cause you aint got game,
And I got tons,
You just want a freaky bitch to make you cum,
Wanna get your dick sucked,
And fuck a bitch,
But you’re still the only one who will touch your dick,
So you get mad when you see me,
And I understand,
So you say you hate me and all my fans,
But you don’t really,
You just wish you were me,
But you’re a punk bitch and you’ll never be,
Like J to the O to the N-N-Y to the APPLE to the SEED

I pimp creakhead bitches,
And burnouts to,
Talk shit bitch and I might pimp you,
Doing drugs,
And having sex,
You smoke that bowl now you know what’s next,
You’re going hoing,
You’re gonna fuck for me,
Gotta make some money to pay for that weed,
That shit wasn’t free,
You’d better pay me back,
This aint Santa Clause that’s givin you crack,
This is Welfare,
You’d better recognise,
Don’t think we’re even just cause I split them thighs,
I want the money too bitch,

That shit wasn’t free,
So after we fuck you’d better hit the streets,
Cocaine aint cheap,
And I aint rich,
So go out there and make some money bitch,
Fucking with me,
You’ll lose all your cash,
You’ll also suck my dick and eat my ass,
You’d better work

Welfare, leave you bitches broke,
With no money or weed to toke,
No crack to smoke,
No sack of dope,
No lines of coke,
Cause the bitch got broke

Had me a rich girl,
She fell in love with me,
Droped them draws and gave it up to me,
Her first fuck came from me,
I took that girls virginity,
And in return I gave her a job,
Eating cocks like corn on the cob,
Sucking dick for a couple bucks,
Pay a little more and she’s getting fucked,
Making some money, but she can’t keep any,
She gives me every last penny,
I taught that bitch how to fuck and ho,
I taught that bitch to know her role,
I took her money and I took her soul,
And now she is a top notch ho,
She aint as good looking as she use to be,
That’s be cause she talked shit to me,
Cause I made her into something she didn’t want to be,
But she was just another nameless cunt to me,
Got a few broken ribs and a few black eyes,
Cause she told one too many fucking lies,
Now she knows that’s not so wise,
Now shes knows her role, no fucking suprise,
She use to be pretty,
She use to be rich,
Now she’s just another ho,
Another broken bitch

Welfare leave you bitches broke,
With your titties sucked and your pussy poked,
Got your pussy wet and your panties soaked,
Sucking dick until you choked,
Welfare will leave all you bitches broke.

Featuring Big Scoob

{Big Scoob:}
Hey yo, drop it like it’s hot, Kane, drop it like it’s hot
Yo, pick up the microphone and gimme what you got
{Big Daddy Kane:}
Hey yo, drop it like it’s hot, Scoob, drop it like it’s hot
Pick up your microphone, it’s time to rock the spot

(x2)

(Oh my god, tell me, is it really him?
The legendary lyricist makin matters grim?)
Because when I start to flow the results are so deadly
Rappers start shakin like the legs on Elvis Presley
Sayin (It’s him, the great) that’s how I intimidate
But I just came to get my shit off, so I give them a break
And pickin up the microphone after I left
Is like givin mouth-to-mouth to a corpse, a waste of breath
In other words, I don’t leave no remains for you
(Forget the men, that’s the evil that Kane’ll do)
I bring it raw, gee, too hardcore, gee
The only way you could fuck with me is in a orgy
The magnificient, none can come swifter than
Cool as ???, but my skin color is different
We got the milk and honey
My rhymes are just like Abraham Lincoln’s face (on the money)
Makin me freshest on the land, but let’s not forget
That if I rapped under water they’d be Aquafresh
The best, oh yes, I guess… (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
- You said that shit in ‘88)
Oh, I originate and create the great to dictate
And regulate chumps and set em straight
I get my point across because the boss is truly yours
The source to the force, so put it on pause
The one that assures applause, never took a loss
Stronger than some Olde E quarts to a can of Coors

In other words it’s hazardous to your health
So don’t do it to yourself

[Chorus:]
Don’t do it to yourself, don’t do it
Yo, you better not do it, you better not

(x2)

(Stop right there, you better freeze, cease
Don’t make me put my Timberland boot to your grill piece
Big Scoob from Brooklyn comin through, don’t start me
Don’t make me turn your jam into a tec-9 party)
Hey yo, what in the world would ever possess you
To think that you could touch me
Or even try to come above me
Or even think that you could flow this lovely?
Nobody, and I mean nobody on this whole planet can stand it
I rip it apart, and flip up the art cause I’m the best, damn it
I crush rappers for the hell of it, defeat, I never tell of it
So anything else you heard is irrelevant
(You’re not on the level) man, you’re not even close to me
(Step to the Kane) and get bagged just like grocery
So spare yourself the misfortune and proceed with caution
Cause I don’t just burn rappers, I torch em
With a skilled-out style that’s mad diesel
And I got hemorrhoids from shittin on so many people
I crush those who oppose with blows to your nose
When it comes to my crew (that’s the way love goes)
The Chocolate City for Black Cesar Incorporated
(And all of the soft get faded)
So before you step to me use your head
And you better think about it more than Special Ed
Cause trust me, kid, it ain’t like goin against anyone else
I’m tellin you, don’t do it to yourself

[Chorus]

Verse One: Black Rob

I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten
Talkin that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggaz baggin joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like gate, nuttin shook
About them, I doubt them cats waitin for me
You know them niggaz, them big dudes across the street
She say, “Yeah, they from over on Mayfair”
Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them pointin the chief out
They want beef out here, they gon’ get it
In the worst way, I’ma show em how Black play
Roll the dice, fuckin with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It’s all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto
Ran out of ammo and started, throwin bottles
Runnin, and I ain’t lookin back for shit
Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
(I’ll get you back)

Chorus: repeat 2X

I love you baby No you don’t
You drive me crazy That’s right
I’ll never betray thee Uhh
I love you baby C’mon

Verse Two: Black Rob (starts rapping during the chorus)

Yo since the last altercation I been goin to street
Seein honey at the club ery week and I speak
I’ma rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain’t know the real deal until last night
How, one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four

Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
Babe bro told him, ‘You wanna get money, see Black
When you get home’, we never had chance to get up
And wouldn’t have, if his gun had left me hit up
He’d explain how his whole crew was slappin honey
Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it’s a small world, baby girl
Youse about to get, fucked with no jail
I’ma sit back and watch this cake finish bakin
And plan your extermination, word

Chorus

Verse Three: Puff Daddy

It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-workin
Low profile single, house in Staten Island
And Manhattan while, them same cats
You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fuckin witchu, that small time crack dealin nigga
He a bitch too, they gon’ bust his shit too
Shit’s real, you think you gonna set me up
And get away scot free without some type of injury
Nah kill it, I’ma flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, I’ma do it to you
Who knew she was the female Rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end, she had to be the Last Bitch Standin
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it’s over
Assumin I’ll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rockin the mic
Gotta pause, and think about honey no doubt
And admire how the chick went out

Chorus: repeat to fade