"I dropped out of high school due to family issues," he says. "I had to grow up real fast and do the man thing, but I started doin' the street thing."
Nonetheless, Mess's rap reputation grew, and in 1997 he hooked up with San Quinn to record Explosive Mode (Presidential, 1998), which has sold more than 50,000 copies. "There was a lot of hype around the hood about how he was better than me or I was better than him," Mess says. "We decided to come together, and we made a classic."
"At that time, I was really on the street, living outta cars, doing real bad things," he recalls. "So Quinn and his mom took me in."
Despite his success when few in the Bay were moving many units, Mess was unable to leave the dope game, partly due to his own addiction.
"I inherited a cocaine habit," the rapper says. "I been clean for a while, but I had a really bad habit. All I can say is 'Say no to drugs.’” Though he won't go into details, Mess confirms his triple life as rapper, dealer, and user came to a head one night at an out-of-state show in 2001, when he was forced to jump out a fourth-floor window. "I broke both of my legs, crushed my left foot, lost a lot of blood," Mess says. "I was in a wheelchair for six months. The doctors said I'd never walk again."
"It gave me a whole new respect for handicapped people. I was doing shows in my wheelchair, and I rocked the whole crowd. It was a hell of a feeling that they still accepted me," he says. "That gave me the strength to get up and walk. I learned how to walk all over again, by myself, in four months. After that I decided it was time to go somewhere else with my life."
As if to atone for time lost, Messy Marv has since pursued his talent with a vengeance, recording a slew of projects for his own label, Scalen LLC, and labels such as Frisco Street Show, which released a reunion with Quinn, Explosive Mode 2: "Back in Business" (2006), and just dropped Explosive Mode 3 with Husalah and Jacka. In 2004, Mess inked a distribution deal for Scalen through Universal/Fontana, helping him move more than 20,000 copies each of Disobayish (2004) and Bandannas, Tattoos and Tongue Rings (2005). While he spent much of 2005 in county jail on a weapons violation, he still managed to score one of the big radio hits of the hyphy movement, "Get on My Hype," produced by Droop-E. Most recently, he's been on MTV and other airwaves with the E-A-Ski- and CMT-produced "So Hood," from The Infrastructure (SMC), his album with Hunters Point rapper Guce, released under the name Bullys Wit Fullys. A self-conscious bid to end hood rivalry between the ’Moe and HP, the Infrastructure project shows Mess's awareness of the power of his position as a role model even as he continues to spit with the most defiant swagger of any rapper in the Bay.
While Mess admits he has major deals on the table and plans to release the first of a two-volume opus titled What You Know about Me? in December, he also intends to retire thereafter in a nonbinding Jay-Z sort of way in order to concentrate on the younger acts on his label. This intention seems characteristic of the true spirit of the Fillmore as well as an acknowledgment that despite his youth, Messy Marv has already written a chapter in the district's history. (Garrett Caples)
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Lil Daddy
Messy Marv Lyrics
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Whoa! see'mon Whoa! I hear you niggaz heart pumpin
See' mon, whoa!, what's up, whoa! U.T.P, U.T.P
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
He gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof money get packed up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey
Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet, but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket
You see something you like go 'head and cop it
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
You might do lil' daddy like that, but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them
My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then Whoa!
[Baby a.k.a. Birdman (chorus x2)]
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy, I got to have it Lil Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
[Verse 2]
I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse nigga, you just wait
You couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches so get that shit straight
You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place
I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them
I ain't lookin for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems
All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my chil'ren, my gun, and my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa!
[chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could
Cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin knocked in the hood
Remember them lil' niggaz? they done grew up now
So 'ret street and marching turned into a clocked up dump
We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting unitl the night come 'round
Hey lil' mama I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
(puffing sound) yeah, you like that now
I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split for the minimum fee (yeah)
Fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki'
Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a profit, capiche?
Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks
[chorus x2]
Whoa! [x6]
In "Lil Daddy," Messy Marv's and his collaborators' Juvenile and Baby describe their ambitions for making money and their disregard for criminals who get in their way. Juvenile establishes his credibility in the drug trade, stating that he has inherited his street smarts from those who came before him. He acknowledges that the game is dangerous, with rivals who are out to get him, but he has confidence in his ability to stay alive and continue making money. Baby, on the other hand, is more focused on material possessions, expressing his desire for a brand new Caddy. He underscores his determination to acquire wealth and warns that he will use violence against anyone who tries to stop him.
The lyrics reveal a world of unrestrained ambition and ruthless competition, where success is measured in terms of monetary gain and physical dominance. Juvenile and Baby offer an unapologetic perspective on their aspirations, which they see as justified by the nature of the game. They do not seek moral validation or sympathy, but instead, they assert their right to pursue their goals and overcome any obstacles that stand in their way.
Overall, "Lil Daddy" is a vivid reflection of the street culture that permeates the world of hip-hop. It portrays a world where power and prestige are won through struggle and conflict, and where the rules of everyday society do not apply.
Line by Line Meaning
He gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
He's very particular about everything he's involved in
Out of the roof money get packed up and moved in the truck
When he earns a lot of money, he moves it quickly and securely
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey
He learned his skills from experienced people and he values them highly
Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
He's aware that people are trying to copy his hustle, so he keeps working hard
I'm not a prophet, but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
He can train people on how to use guns and make money
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Other people might try to steal from you if they see something they like
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
Some women are only interested in him for his money, and might try to use him
My people done told me I could roll
His friends and family have told him he's capable of succeeding
I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
He admits he doesn't follow the law and can be violent
I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them
He has a history of criminal activity, and people might snitch on him
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems
He wants more guns to solve more of his issues
All I got is my ball and my words
He only has his skills and his voice to rely on
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004
He's aware that many people around him might die young
I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could
He tries to stay low-key as much as possible
Cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin knocked in the hood
People who talk too much in his neighborhood tend to get in trouble with the law
I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
He considers himself an experienced hustler and a leader in his community
I could get your shit split for the minimum fee
He can hurt anyone who crosses him for a small amount of money
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks
He accuses a girl of being promiscuous
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRYAN WILLIAMS, BYRON O THOMAS, TERUIS GRAY
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