Every fad I feel it's force Every trend I do endorse Got my genome mapping Caught my smart dog napping I'm charging up the new, new thing I'm answering a customized
the move. Verse 1 (big daddy kane): Na-na-na now girls step up, the quick ones kept up. The slow ones need to pep up to keep big daddy's rep up, 'cause
happiest magazines They?ve loosened their up tights Dad?s wearing real tight Levis And some Gucci tennis shoes He?s got a T-shirt custom made for him
job, job, job for, job for Birdman, look, looks like a, looks like a Looks like a job, job, job for, job for Yeah, I'm on a mission Lil' Daddy to scoop
But just 'cause she was white See, her life wasn't light world She too had the drama thick Had a daddy and a mama but her daddy used to mama hit Daddy
crackin' Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin' Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like everyday We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid Spent a mill' on the wheels custom
[Intro] Uh Got 'em swaggin' daddy Haha [Chorus] (Girl) Hey nigga what yo hood like? (Guy) Money come, money go, but it's alright In the club, stay crunk
I betcha bikes aint louda than mine (tell em daddy) I betcha rims aint higher than mine (tell em daddy) I betcha pockets aint fatter than mine (tell em daddy
The moment was custom made to order I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe An' like children do she started playin' twenty questions
Well my daddy was a world class trucker Took my momma on a four day trip And she swears to me That I was conceived at a big rig dealership The story
past ten Next day and still no sign of daddy A hustler, always loyal to the customer In love with the only example of family I wanna take you Daddy
quiet and have a moment of silence like real G's do. Lighters up, in memory of you big homie. [CHORUS] I can still see us at the red light, homes. Customized
custom flames At the hot rod show when the Kingsmen came And that bass guitar, it rattled my frame And it shook you too The corvette was Big Daddy Roth
I can make your bedrock boy I can make your bedrock (x2) Toya: Independent now, Used to have my hands tied Now they after me I got a custom stop
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight Ay, Fresh, we back at it daddy Big Tymers, old treat, summertime boy See it's summertime homie and we born to shine Cadillac
one To show me how to ride the ultimate wave In the fifties it was "Hey Daddy O" Then came the surfers and the Hodads ya' know We had our woodies and our custom