Don't Call Me Da Da E

How the hell you gonna say this ain't your Baby? Hey, Ron. What's up, nigga? Goddamn, fucking with me. Come here and check this shit out, man. Yeah, nigga, holla fuck up. No way. Check this shit out, man. Hey, motherfucker, You gonna give me some money to take care Of this baby. What you mean going around telling People it's Ooh, she trying to fuck with you When it ain't yours? And you is going Fuck that. I'm gonna do A song about this shit, man. I feel you. Listen, better get your shit together And come correct, 'cause I ain't raising no baby By myself 'cause you think I want your money. Fuck you, tramp. The Mack Daddy, Rippin' up skirts in the back of Caddies. If Baby got back, then Baby can have me. Controversy made them ban me. Understand me. Girls bringing mini problems to my World. Trying to make Mix pay for them pearls. One had a baby and it's a girl. I swore I had protection, got an erection, Must resist temptation. Girls flock, ride my jock, 'cause a big fat Porsche went around the block, mm. Met a young girl named Angel. She had a big long weave I'd love to Mangle. So I'm putting in work, love a tight Skirt, so you know a Mack Papa gotta flirt, Ooh. Room triple deuce, me and Baby got loose. Look at Baby wiggle that big caboose. Got a little tiny waist, everything's in place. I'm pacing, facing a situation. It's on, put it on tape. Troop got a little sex, now I'm sitting on A lawsuit. Nine months later, little baby pops out, Blonde hair, blue eyes with a feet and a Mouth. What? Well, that can't be me, 'cause I'm A nappy head Black man dressed like a OG. Angel's gold digging, this girl's tripping, Trying to catch Mix on slipping. Just because I got paid don't mean I get Played for the bank I've made. And after the blood test, I got proof. Your baby is cute, but don't call me dada. Dada, Don't call me dada. Dada, dada. The next story, met a young skirt, Said her name was Lori. Smoked much dank, but her life was boring. Got with Mix, now she adores me. Nasty nigga named Mix. Yep. Onto a bus with the porno flicks. Mm. Anxious, 'cause I want to knock boots, and I don't sleep with the girls in my group. So Mack Daddy is strolling and patrolling, Big fat bank I'm holding. Bus pulls up to the mini mart, and that's Where Lori works, and my game starts. Lori knows nothing about rap, though, and that Peeled my superstar cap, so I'll just go back To the basics. And even that game is stiff, Baby, face it. So now Lori and me is Headed to the monkey dope, straight getting to the Monkey poke. Dip, dip, dip, one, two, three. Uh, uh. 'Cause I'm a veteran, see. I kissed her cheek while Lori was sleep. Let one more groupie use me. Mm. One year later, she's trying to creep on My money. But I ain't the one to get Played the sap. Uh-uh. When I hit the sack, Big Richard is capped. Your man's a punk for Leaving kids with you. The baby's cute, but don't call me dada. Dada, Don't call me dada. Dada, I'm sitting in Long Beach, Cali, Eating Popeye's Chicken, thinking about the next Snake charmer I'm hitting. Met a fly skirt, nickname was Kitten, and I Start spitting. What's up with the brother in the Passenger seat? Homeboy bailed 'cause his game was Weak, and he was calling her bitch, I was Calling her baby. He got the finger, I got The lady. Me and Kitten let the fates quicken. Yep. Bust a U-ey 'cause the Kitten need a Sticking. To the 'tel, to the 'tel, to the 'tel we rush. The jimmy had bust. I start sweating, conscience betting that I'ma have To deal with bed-wetting. But I'ma handle this thing like a man. Settle down and bring the kid up, that's the Plan. Three weeks later, I get this call, Though. Kitten sounds happy on the telephone. She said, "Go on and live your life, bro," 'cause EPT said no, so don't call me dada. Dada, Dada, Don't call me dada. Dada, dada, dada. Don't call me dada. Dada, dada. Ain't no daddy, baby. Dada. dada. Don't call me dada. I can't moan. I can't just sit here and Moan. I need some inspiration. Ooh. Mm, No comment