Big Daddy Kane - Daddy's Home Lyrics
Intro: big daddy kaneYou know daddys home..Yeah baby! get them sounds up actionAlright l.g. baby make the track move one timeYou know daddys home..Uh-huh, now dig this here rightNow I can remember one time I said,Its eighty-eight, time to set em straight right? (word up)What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-fourAs I continue to give you moreYou know daddys home..This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one timeUhh, and I go, and I goYou know daddys home..[big daddy kane]Peace peace yall, dont eat grease yall, huhA brooklyn nigga representin the east yall, come follow me nowI get down for my crown with new found wreckAnd bring the noise like Im comin to soundcheckThe stage is clear for me to rock itSo I snatch the mic like a brooklyn nigga does a pocketClear the throat, to perform the artTo treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apartWatch the crowd burst from lyrics that I sayTo make the brothers get ill, and by the way dukesIf thats your girl in the corner stay up on herCause Ive been watchin the morgue, then the korean store owner(whoo!) mack man number one, you know how I moveYoud think that Id be shavin my rhmes, cause theyd be so smoothMr. wonderful and all of that gun to pull shitThat you be talkin nigga dont even run the bullCause if I roll on you kid, I do the body rudeLike the cops did on ummmmmm.. that rodney dudePeep it!Chorus: repeat 4x (except last line 4th time)Welcome to a new terrordomeWhen I come to roam you know daddys home..Watch out now![big daddy kane]Just like sylvester its still on, get it?Still, on, fukkit, lets move alongI rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplockTo get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-topThe kid got, to get hot, you thought that I would flip-flopOr drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. I did not!They say, kane youre old school out here!I said, I guess I got left back, cause I aint goin nowhereThe kane will remain in this domainTo reign again when I entertainCause when it comes to lyrics, I got plenty blackIm so God damn dope, I sell rhymes in a twenty sackThe microphone pusher man but not drug relatedHip-hop orientated, keepin you captivatedMr. cee cuts, I linger through em, larry is singin to emAnd oh me, I just bring it to emChorus *fades out*
