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Utwór: Your Pops Don't Like Me

  • wykonawca: Nick Cannon
  • wy¶wietleń: 1068

Oh, females dads be trippin' for real
  I mean, I'm a player with ma, right
  And see what had happened was
  I was hollerin' at this chick in front of the 99 cent store
  Well, here's the whole story
    She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week
  At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty
  She paged me to come over the mall
  So I smashed in the crib, bumpin', can't walk {Oh, boy}
  With the doo rag on {Yo', boy}
  When she sang that song she turnin' me on
  If would have known her pops was home
  Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone
  But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin'
  Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks
  Rang dang when he came with the questions
  Boy, you were young and how knowin' for the Lexus
  I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records
  Nah, once again, I ain't got a jail record
  It's Nick Cannon, the cat you ain't used to
  The Rapper, actor, comedienne/producer
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
    When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they
  stilettos
  6-7-8 wanna make us wait
  They wanna date, gotta ask pops
  You a grown woman, all that need to stop
  At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not
  You daddy's little girl that he love a lot
  Well, he don't know about that tat you got, huh
  Nah, I'm playin' I'm just rockin'
  Shorty ?? probably hooked up
  Probably teach you how to move in those ??
  Cut to the next day and a half
  Called the crib and your dad hung up on my a**
    Is it ‘cause of the blunt, ma (He don't like me)
  Or is the watch, ma (He don't like me)
  ‘Cause I'm pushin' a drop, ma (He don't like me, like me)
  Yo', pops (He don't like me)
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
    Is it ‘cause I make more money than him
  He be jonesin', those films ain't funny to him
  Or is it ‘cause I keep the block hot with Bonnie and them
  Rims, inches on my Benz, yeah, 20 of them
  Now I'mma fullback gettin' the win
  Last time I called back, he picked up again
  Tone-Loc he saw that, my devilish grin
  Lettin' you know that the young Black Elvis is in
  I ain't stuntin' your pops, yo', I ain't frontin' your
  pops
  Gonna have me straight huntin' your pops, nah
  Don't wanna Roy Jones your pops
  Left, right, uppercut, knock out your pops
  Close the door, lock out your pops
  We on a roll now, sugar, I ain't ‘bout to stop
  Don't care if he try to kick me out your house
  Do you understand the words that are comin' out of my
  mouth
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
    Is it ‘cause I'm handsome (He don't like me)
  Keep the ladies dancin' (He don't like me)
  ‘Cause my house is a mansion (He don't like me, like me)
  Yo', pops (He don't like me)
    Is it ‘cause of the corn rolls (He don't like me)
  Or is it my hormones (He don't like me)
  The Gs and the bank roll (He don't like me, like me)
  Yo', pops (He don't like me)
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me (He don't like me)
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me (He don't like me)
  I don't really like this dude, I want so much
  So much more for my daughter
    I don't really like this dude, I can't stand him
  Where did he come from, tell me

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