daddy wanna
Bootcamp Clik Lyrics
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Nigga, where the fuck you been?
I know you heard the phone pagin
I know you heard the shit goin off, okay?
Where the fuck you was at?
Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldn't fuckin call
The little kid's pampers shitty as hell, ain't no fuckin pampers
That's where the fuck you went, right, to go get pampers
You don't smell that shit?
You smell it, right, you smell the fuckin house?
Where the fuck was you?
Why you think the kids act like that when you come around?
They don't fuckin know you
Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga
That's what the fuck you are
That's the role you play, piece of shit
[ VERSE 1: Starang ]
Aiyo, I just want my baby to look and still love me
Knowin that her daddy's a crook, word up
All the time I'm in crazy drama
When I pick up the phone call my baby's mama, aha
She try to tell my baby I'm no good
But she don't like to explain how Starang is so hood
Sayin money ain't shit, she don't know no better
She got a regular job, she don't owe no cheddar, aha
Fightin and fussin, she's sayin, "Fuck Will"
But bitches always tryin to ice-skate uphill
But I'ma stay aggy to keep you happy
Knowin it makes you mad when bitches try to get at me
You only four, don't like your hair nappy
We both won't rock gators less they Navy's
I'ma bust my ass to make sure you have, girl
Cause right now you're all I have, word up
[ VERSE 2: Sean Price ]
Aiyo, daddy want to leave now
Your moms playin games and I feel deceived now
I gotta go when I do a show or leave for tours she hatin
Sniffin my drawers, ask me if I'm fornicatin
I'm like, bitch please, gone are the days of me
Trickin with chickens on the ave that striptease
Yo, and I don't like your moms
Gettin to the point where I want to strike your moms
And I know you don't want to see me fight your moms
Get hype and commence to lead-pipe your moms
And I ain't goin to jail
I'm packin my bags, I'm out the door, I gotta bail
[ VERSE 3: Buckshot ]
Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewel
And let you know you're never too young for that rule
Rule one: you must have knowledge of self
To know the only one you follow is self
Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wild
Growin up and they ruthless now
But you my child and I had you when I was half you
Now I have to show you how to follow no man and when they ask you
What you want to do when you grow, tell em blow
Let em know everything that glitter ain't gold
Never fold when you come against a obstacle
And know that nobody's stoppin you but you
[ VERSE 4: Tek ]
Damn, it feel good to have my son on my chest
See my features in his face and I love him to death
Show him how to move right, just right for a gang
Cause me and my father never did the daddy-son thing
While I was in the streets pitchin, he in the crib bitchin
Moms out workin, nobody in the kitchen
Now I got one of my own and my nephews is grown
Still I'm out grindin makin a house a home
From month to month, see, I live on the road
Give em jewels and heat the hole cause the world is cold
I put the joint in his hand so he used to the piece
Told him white man's justice is a black man's grief
[ VERSE 5: Top Dog ]
You could say I love my son more than I love my wife
Think twice, you be sayin Dog is trife
That's aight, it's a father and son type thing
I got to war for mines and that's word to everything
Know what I mean, daddy gon' make the cash cream
Whether fast or slow my son know about the dough
You know, some say the boy look like me
But if he look like me he gon' crook like me
He got a mind of his own, lighter tone like mama Jones
He love phones, the boy be buckwildin when I'm gone
He do the type of shit they say he been here before
I think he's 17 months but he acts 17
My first born, so I had to name him Dashawn
Jarel [Name] Yates, he look like he lift weights
When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates
[ VERSE 6: Steele ]
Daddy want to stay, but daddy gotta go
Daddy can't hang cause daddy gotta show
Poppa was a rolling stone
Daddy used to hold iron so I roll with chrome
I was named after pops but they called me Tone
Some ways like my pops, some ways of my own
Daddy didn't know I got stoned till I got grown
Had my own car, home, and my son to moan
Just like daddy he want to hang and roll
Now I pass on game how to gain and grow
I know hustlers that came, watched em go
I peeped dudes on the come-up, watched em blow
Give jewels to my little mens and watch em grow
Give em presents just to watch em glow
When I shine you shine, violate mine, you gots to go
Stay focused, there's a lot you sohuld kkonw
Study life, listen and learn, sleep long, miss your turn
Gotta get in where you fit in when a spliff gettin burned
When you see me on a mission it's commission I earn
Remember as a man think if the world turn
Daddy want a new six, ya heard, do tricks absurd
My little homie's too quick to learn, word
Daddy need bricks, my son need kicks
Tim boots, jeans suits, all that new shit
He watch me do this, he know his daddy a soldier
I rep G and Jah cause that's me all over
[ kids ]
Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new Xbox?
I want a Nintendo Gamecube
and I want some new games for my Xbox, too
I want a PlayStation 2
Daddy, when you gon' take me and my brothers and sisters to Splish Splash?
And when you gon' take me to the store and buy ice cream and candy?
And when you gon' teach me how to drive your car?
And I want $100 on my birthday
The lyrics to Bootcamp Clik's "Daddy Wanna" depict the struggles of being a father and the challenges they face in maintaining relationships with their children. The female voice in the intro is angry at the father's absence and reminds him of his neglectful behavior. Starang's verse addresses being a dad while also being involved in illegal activities. He wants his daughter to love him despite his flaws and tries to keep her away from negative influence. Sean Price's verse talks about leaving his son because of a tumultuous relationship with his partner, and he mentions that he won't resort to violence against her. Buckshot's verse advises his child to be self-reliant and not to follow anyone blindly. Tek tells his story of being absent from his son's life like his father was from his own. Finally, Top Dog's verse emphasizes the importance of being a good father and providing for his son while also trying to instill positive values in him.
Line by Line Meaning
Nigga, where the fuck you been?
Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you.
I know you heard the phone pagin
I know you heard the phone ringing.
I know you heard the shit goin off, okay?
I know you heard the chaos happening.
Where the fuck you was at?
Where were you? Why weren't you here?
Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldn't fuckin call
Where were you that was more important than calling?
The little kid's pampers shitty as hell, ain't no fuckin pampers
The baby's diapers are so dirty, and there are no more clean diapers.
That's where the fuck you went, right, to go get pampers
That's where you went, to get diapers?
Where the shit's at?
Where is it? Where did you go?
You don't smell that shit?
Can't you smell the mess that is here?
You smell it, right, you smell the fuckin house?
You can smell the mess in the house, right?
Where the fuck was you?
Where the hell were you?
Why you think the kids act like that when you come around?
Why do you think the kids behave badly when you're here?
They don't fuckin know you
They don't really know you
Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga
That's why, because you were an absent father
That's what the fuck you are
That's the type of person you are
That's the role you play, piece of shit
That's the role you have in their lives, a worthless person
Aiyo, I just want my baby to look and still love me
I just want my child to see me and still have love for me
Knowin that her daddy's a crook, word up
Knowing that her father is involved in criminal activities
All the time I'm in crazy drama
I'm always caught up in chaotic situations
When I pick up the phone call my baby's mama, aha
When I answer the phone, it's usually my child's mother calling
She try to tell my baby I'm no good
She tries to convince my child that I am a bad person
But she don't like to explain how Starang is so hood
But she doesn't like to acknowledge how tough I am
Sayin money ain't shit, she don't know no better
She says money is not important, but she doesn't understand
She got a regular job, she don't owe no cheddar, aha
She has a normal job and doesn't have any financial struggles
Fightin and fussin, she's sayin, 'Fuck Will'
We argue and fight, and she expresses anger towards me
But bitches always tryin to ice-skate uphill
But women always try to do the impossible
But I'ma stay aggy to keep you happy
But I'll stay aggressive to make sure you're satisfied
Knowin it makes you mad when bitches try to get at me
Knowing that it upsets you when other women show interest in me
You only four, don't like your hair nappy
You're only four years old, and you don't like your natural hair
We both won't rock gators less they Navy's
We both won't wear expensive shoes unless they're from the Navy brand
I'ma bust my ass to make sure you have, girl
I will work hard to make sure you have everything you need, girl
Cause right now you're all I have, word up
Because you're the most important person in my life right now
Aiyo, daddy want to leave now
Daddy wants to leave now
Your moms playin games and I feel deceived now
Your mother is being manipulative and I feel betrayed now
I gotta go when I do a show or leave for tours she hatin
I have to leave when I have performances or tours, and she resents me for it
Sniffin my drawers, ask me if I'm fornicatin
She's suspicious of me, even sniffing my clothes and accusing me of cheating
I'm like, bitch please, gone are the days of me
I respond, saying, 'Please, those days are over for me'
Trickin with chickens on the ave that striptease
Sleeping around with women on the street who do stripteases
Yo, and I don't like your moms
And I don't like your mother
Gettin to the point where I want to strike your moms
Getting to the point where I feel like hitting your mother
And I know you don't want to see me fight your moms
And I know you don't want to witness me fighting your mother
Get hype and commence to lead-pipe your moms
Get angry and start physically attacking your mother
And I ain't goin to jail
And I won't go to jail
I'm packin my bags, I'm out the door, I gotta bail
I'm packing my bags and leaving, I have to escape from this situation
Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewel
Sit you down on that stool, give you a valuable piece of advice
And let you know you're never too young for that rule
And let you know that you can learn important lessons at any age
Rule one: you must have knowledge of self
Rule one: you must know yourself and have self-awareness
To know the only one you follow is self
To understand that you should only rely on yourself
Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is wild
Anything else is pointless, the reality is that young people are rebellious
Growin up and they ruthless now
Growing up and becoming ruthless now
But you my child and I had you when I was half you
But you are my child, and I had you when I was half your age
Now I have to show you how to follow no man and when they ask you
Now I have to teach you how to be independent and when anyone asks you
What you want to do when you grow, tell em blow
What you want to do when you grow up, tell them to leave you alone
Let em know everything that glitter ain't gold
Let them know that not everything that seems good is actually good
Never fold when you come against a obstacle
Never give up when you face a challenge
And know that nobody's stoppin you but you
And understand that the only person stopping you is yourself
Damn, it feel good to have my son on my chest
It feels great to have my son on my chest
See my features in his face and I love him to death
I can see my own features in his face, and I love him so much
Show him how to move right, just right for a gang
Teach him how to live and behave properly, especially for our community
Cause me and my father never did the daddy-son thing
Because my father and I never had a typical father-son relationship
While I was in the streets pitchin, he in the crib bitchin
While I was out selling drugs on the streets, he was at home complaining
Moms out workin, nobody in the kitchen
My mother was out working, and there was no one at home cooking
Now I got one of my own and my nephews is grown
Now I have a child of my own, and my nephews have grown up
Still I'm out grindin makin a house a home
I'm still hustling and working hard to create a stable home
From month to month, see, I live on the road
From month to month, I'm constantly traveling for work
Give em jewels and heat the hole cause the world is cold
Give them advice and knowledge to protect themselves because the world is harsh
I put the joint in his hand so he used to the piece
I put a marijuana joint in his hand so he's familiar with it
Told him white man's justice is a black man's grief
I told him that the justice system favors white people and brings sorrow to black people
You could say I love my son more than I love my wife
You could say I love my son more than I love my wife
Think twice, you be sayin Dog is trife
Think twice before saying that I am disrespectful or immoral
That's aight, it's a father and son type thing
That's alright, it's a special bond between a father and son
I got to war for mines and that's word to everything
I have to fight and protect my family, I swear on everything
Know what I mean, daddy gon' make the cash cream
You know what I mean, I will work hard to make money
Whether fast or slow my son know about the dough
Whether quickly or slowly, my son knows about money
You know, some say the boy look like me
Some people say that my son looks like me
But if he look like me he gon' crook like me
But if he resembles me, he might also engage in illegal activities like me
He got a mind of his own, lighter tone like mama Jones
He has his own thoughts and opinions, and he has a lighter complexion like his mother
He love phones, the boy be buckwildin when I'm gone
He loves playing with phones, and he misbehaves when I'm not around
He do the type of shit they say he been here before
He does things that make people think he has experienced them before
I think he's 17 months but he acts 17
I think he's only 17 months old, but he behaves like a 17-year-old
My first born, so I had to name him Dashawn
He's my first child, so I named him Dashawn
Jarel [Name] Yates, he look like he lift weights
His name is Jarel Yates, and he looks like someone who lifts weights
When we stack this cake, we gon' roll like skates
When we make a lot of money, we're going to live a luxurious lifestyle
Daddy want to stay, but daddy gotta go
Daddy wants to stay, but he has to leave
Daddy can't hang cause daddy gotta show
Daddy can't spend time here because he has to attend a performance
Poppa was a rolling stone
My father was a wanderer who was never stable
Daddy used to hold iron so I roll with chrome
Daddy used to carry a gun, so I also carry a firearm
I was named after pops but they called me Tone
I was named after my father, but they call me Tone
Some ways like my pops, some ways of my own
I resemble my father in some ways, but I also have my own qualities
Daddy didn't know I got stoned till I got grown
Daddy didn't know that I smoked drugs until I grew older
Had my own car, home, and my son to moan
I had my own car, my own place, and my son to take care of
Just like daddy he want to hang and roll
Just like me, he wants to spend time and have fun
Now I pass on game how to gain and grow
Now I pass on knowledge about success and personal growth
I know hustlers that came, watched em go
I know people who were involved in illegal activities, and I saw their downfall
I peeped dudes on the come-up, watched em blow
I observed people rising to success, and then I watched them fail
Give jewels to my little mens and watch em grow
Give advice to my young friends and watch them grow
Give em presents just to watch em glow
Give them gifts just to see them happy and thriving
When I shine you shine, violate mine, you gots to go
When I succeed, you also benefit, but if you disrespect me, you have to leave
Stay focused, there's a lot you sohuld kkonw
Stay focused, there's a lot you should know
Study life, listen and learn, sleep long, miss your turn
Learn from life, listen and absorb knowledge, avoid wasting time
Gotta get in where you fit in when a spliff gettin burned
Find your place and join in when something good is happening
When you see me on a mission it's commission I earn
When you see me working hard, I'm earning money
Remember as a man think if the world turn
Remember that your mindset determines your success, regardless of external circumstances
Daddy want a new six, ya heard, do tricks absurd
Daddy wants to buy a new luxury car and show off
My little homie's too quick to learn, word
My young friend learns things quickly, you know
Daddy need bricks, my son need kicks
Daddy needs drugs to sell, and my son needs new shoes
Tim boots, jeans suits, all that new shit
Timberland boots, designer jeans, fancy suits, all those fashionable new things
He watch me do this, he know his daddy a soldier
He watches how I live, and he knows his father is tough and fearless
I rep G and Jah cause that's me all over
I represent God and Jah because that's who I am
Daddy, when you gon' buy me a new Xbox?
Daddy, when are you going to buy me a new Xbox?
I want a Nintendo Gamecube
I want a Nintendo Gamecube
and I want some new games for my Xbox, too
And I want some new games for my Xbox as well
I want a PlayStation 2
I want a PlayStation 2
Daddy, when you gon' take me and my brothers and sisters to Splish Splash?
Daddy, when are you going to take me, my siblings, to Splish Splash?
And when you gon' take me to the store and buy ice cream and candy?
And when are you going to take me to the store to buy ice cream and candy?
And when you gon' teach me how to drive your car?
And when are you going to teach me how to drive your car?
And I want $100 on my birthday
And I want $100 as a gift on my birthday
Lyrics © MJJN LLC
Written by: J MCNAIR, JAMAL YATES, K BLAKE, S PRICE, T WILLIAMS, W DEWGARDE, Y DARRELL
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