歌曲 | Daddy's Home |
歌手 | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
专辑 | Daddy's Home |
Intro:big daddy kane | |
"you know daddy's home.." | |
Yeah baby! get them sounds up action | |
Alright l.g. baby make the track move one time | |
"you know daddy's home.." | |
Uh-huh, now dig this here right | |
Now i can remember one time i said, | |
"it's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up) | |
What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-four | |
As i continue to give you more | |
"you know daddy's home.." | |
This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time | |
Uhh, and i go, and i go | |
"you know daddy's home.." | |
[big daddy kane] | |
Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huh | |
A brooklyn nigga representin the east y'all, come follow me now | |
I get down for my crown with new found wreck | |
And bring the noise like i'm comin to soundcheck | |
The stage is clear for me to rock it | |
So i snatch the mic like a brooklyn nigga does a pocket | |
Clear the throat, to perform the art | |
To treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apart | |
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that i say | |
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way dukes | |
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her | |
Cause i've been watchin the morgue, then the korean store owner | |
(whoo!) mack man number one, you know how i move | |
You'd think that i'd be shavin my rhmes, cause they'd be so smooth | |
Mr. wonderful and all of that gun to pull shit | |
That you be talkin nigga don't even run the bull | |
Cause if i roll on you kid, i do the body rude | |
Like the cops did on ummmmmm.. that rodney dude | |
Peep it! | |
Chorus: repeat 4x (except last line 4th time) | |
"welcome to a new terrordome | |
When i come to roam you know daddy's home.." | |
Watch out now! | |
[big daddy kane] | |
Just like sylvester it's still on, get it? | |
Still, on, fukkit, let's move along | |
I rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplock | |
To get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-top | |
The kid got, to get hot, you thought that i would flip-flop | |
Or drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. i did not! | |
They say, "kane you're old school out here!" | |
I said, "i guess i got left back, cause i ain't goin nowhere" | |
The kane will remain in this domain | |
To reign again when i entertain | |
Cause when it comes to lyrics, i got plenty black | |
I'm so god damn dope, i sell rhymes in a twenty sack | |
The microphone pusher man but not drug related | |
Hip-hop orientated, keepin you captivated | |
Mr. cee cuts, i linger through em, larry is singin to em | |
And oh me, i just bring it to em | |
Chorus *fades out* |
Intro: big daddy kane | |
" you know daddy' s home.." | |
Yeah baby! get them sounds up action | |
Alright l. g. baby make the track move one time | |
" you know daddy' s home.." | |
Uhhuh, now dig this here right | |
Now i can remember one time i said, | |
" it' s eightyeight, time to set em straight right?" word up | |
What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninetyfour | |
As i continue to give you more | |
" you know daddy' s home.." | |
This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time | |
Uhh, and i go, and i go | |
" you know daddy' s home.." | |
big daddy kane | |
Peace peace y' all, don' t eat grease y' all, huh | |
A brooklyn nigga representin the east y' all, come follow me now | |
I get down for my crown with new found wreck | |
And bring the noise like i' m comin to soundcheck | |
The stage is clear for me to rock it | |
So i snatch the mic like a brooklyn nigga does a pocket | |
Clear the throat, to perform the art | |
To treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apart | |
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that i say | |
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way dukes | |
If that' s your girl in the corner stay up on her | |
Cause i' ve been watchin the morgue, then the korean store owner | |
whoo! mack man number one, you know how i move | |
You' d think that i' d be shavin my rhmes, cause they' d be so smooth | |
Mr. wonderful and all of that gun to pull shit | |
That you be talkin nigga don' t even run the bull | |
Cause if i roll on you kid, i do the body rude | |
Like the cops did on ummmmmm.. that rodney dude | |
Peep it! | |
Chorus: repeat 4x except last line 4th time | |
" welcome to a new terrordome | |
When i come to roam you know daddy' s home.." | |
Watch out now! | |
big daddy kane | |
Just like sylvester it' s still on, get it? | |
Still, on, fukkit, let' s move along | |
I rip shop, in hiphop, to sew it like a ziplock | |
To get props, in this spot, look at me at the tiptop | |
The kid got, to get hot, you thought that i would flipflop | |
Or dropdrop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. i did not! | |
They say, " kane you' re old school out here!" | |
I said, " i guess i got left back, cause i ain' t goin nowhere" | |
The kane will remain in this domain | |
To reign again when i entertain | |
Cause when it comes to lyrics, i got plenty black | |
I' m so god damn dope, i sell rhymes in a twenty sack | |
The microphone pusher man but not drug related | |
Hiphop orientated, keepin you captivated | |
Mr. cee cuts, i linger through em, larry is singin to em | |
And oh me, i just bring it to em | |
Chorus fades out |