La Bionda - Daddy's Home Lyrics

Peace Peace Y'all, Don't Eat Grease Y'all, Huh
A Brooklyn Nigga Representin the East Y'all, Come Follow Me Now
I Get Down For My Crown With New Found Wreck
And Bring the Noise Like I'm Comin to Soundcheck
The Stage Is Clear For Me to Rock It
So I Snatch the Mic Like a Brooklyn Nigga Does a Pocket
Clear the Throat, to Perform the Art
To Treat the Stage Like a Movie Ticket and Rip It Apart
Watch the Crowd Burst From Lyrics That I Say
To Make the Brothers Get Ill, and By the Way Dukes
If That's Your Girl in the Corner Stay Up On Her
Cause I've Been Watchin the Morgue, Then the Korean Store Owner
(Whoo!) Mack Man Number One, You Know How I Move
You'd Think That I'd Be Shavin My Rhmes, Cause They'd Be So Smooth
Mr. Wonderful and All of That Gun to Pull Shit
That You Be Talkin Nigga Don't Even Run the Bull
Cause If I Roll On You Kid, I Do the Body Rude
Like the Cops Did On Ummmmmm.. That Rodney Dude
Peep It!