Boot Camp Clik

[female voice]
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 couldnt fuckin call
The little kids pampers shitty as hell, aint no fuckin pampers
Thats where the fuck you went, right, to go get pampers
Where the shits at?
You dont 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 dont fuckin know you
Why, cause you was a deadbeat dad, nigga
Thats what the fuck you are
Thats 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 daddys a crook, word up
All the time Im in crazy drama
When I pick up the phone call my babys mama, aha
She try to tell my baby Im no good
But she dont like to explain how Starang is so hood
Sayin money aint shit, she dont know no better
She got a regular job, she dont owe no cheddar, aha
Fightin and fussin, shes sayin, "Fuck Will"
But bitches always tryin to ice-skate uphill
But Ima stay aggy to keep you happy
Knowin it makes you mad when bitches try to get at me
You only four, dont like your hair nappy
We both wont rock gators less they Navys
Ima bust my ass to make sure you have, girl
Cause right now youre all I have, word up
[VERSE 2: Sean Price]
Aiyo, daddy wanna 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 Im fornicatin
Im like, bitch please, gone are the days of me
Trickin with chickens on the ave that striptease
Yo, and I dont like your moms
Gettin to the point where I wanna strike your moms
And I know you dont wanna see me fight your moms
Get hype and commence to lead-pipe your moms
And I aint goin to jail
Im packin my bags, Im out the door, I gotta bail
[VERSE 3: Buckshot]
Sit you down on that stool, give you a jewel
And let you know youre 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 wanna do when you grow, tell em blow
Let em know everything that glitter aint gold
Never fold when you come against a obstacle
And know that nobodys 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 Im 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 mans justice is a black mans 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
Thats aight, its a father and son type thing
I got to war for mines and thats 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 Im gone
He do the type of shit they say he been here before
I think hes 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 wanna stay, but daddy gotta go
Daddy cant 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 didnt know I got stoned till I got grown
Had my own car, home, and my son to moan
Just like daddy he wanna 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, theres 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 its commission I earn
Remember as a man think if the world turn
Daddy want a new six, ya heard, do tricks absurd
My little homies 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 thats me all over
[kids]
Daddy, when you gon buy me a new X-Box?
I want a Nintendo Gamecube
and I want some new games for my X-Box, 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
[ Daddy Wanna Lyrics ]