Traduction: Aphex Twin. Come To Daddy, Little Lord Faulteroy Mix.
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
born disaster I'm the reason your momma tell you not hang with rappers But your momma is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper Probably cause she found out that my daddy
you Yeah, I got home this morning She was looking kinda funny She said "Don't come in, daddy Daddy, unless you got some money" And I said, Lord Lord
bad breaks come to you Got home this morning, she was looking kind-a funny She said, "Don't come in here daddy, unless you got some money" I said, "Lord, Lord
and from now on Yeah? I'm putting all my eggs in one basket I'm betting everything I got on you Daddy! I'm giving all my love to one baby Lord help
, "Patches, Patches, get in here, boy. Your daddy wanna see you." I went runnin' into papa's room, there papa lay. Daddy had tears in his eyes. I knew something was wrong, daddy
detonateur reste toujours a l'heure. Yes, S, ne connais pas de baisse. Car evidemment il reste le da da da da de best. Yes man, nuff respect au Detonateur S. Lord
he did it or not god has his back from the get go, a lil mama that's hustlin riskin her freedom, house full of kids and none of the baby daddies around
life for your crime I'm doin time in the Penn tonight it's bad enough I lost a family my luck ain't live mama died when I was 6 and Daddy ain't have enough
my aunt Sandie and my grandmama Dorothy My two favorite girls you dig these blues? Verse 1 comin up as a juvenile, 1983 had no idea the lord would take
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
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 else
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
the 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
[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
