Come To Daddy (feat. Camu Tao) - The Weathermen, Cage, Camu Tao

Y’all fucked up, shoulda stuck me in ICU

Cause the type of shit that I’m on, when I see you…

Dollar fifty in your face, Tryin' to graze ya

The lead go in the bone and your face get stuck to my razor

Kick your shoulders from your head while you pleadin your case…

And the little girls you with like: «yo he’s gonna eat his face!»

Pull out 2 nine’s and an eight, two for killin' one for drillin'

Hold metal to your face if you think you’re supervillain

Talk to women with sex and to God with a pistol

Fuck a married Mossberg, my barrel’s stayin' single

With a pregnant pump I let shit jump out on the floor

See how it moves now I leave out with tools

I’ll leave out the school of robots by the chorus

Like when I jumped off tour bus ran home and did more dust

Stick your hands up like the camera’s upside down

And you got pussy in your lap and you goin' fuck right now

And if you wanna get freaky and nasty

We can make good in the back of the cabby

Come to daddy…

They wanna kill me in the club

Put slugs in my mug, player I don’t give a fuck

Come to daddy…

These punks wanna jump

Come to daddy…

These chickens gettin drunk

Come to daddy…

You want me to put slugs in ya?

Come to daddy…

Ok…

Come to daddy…

What?

Come to daddy…

I fall in on that spot babe, I’m peepin' your game

Swivel table round that ass girl it’s lookin real good

These lame frogs try to play ball, I’m used to the pitch

I’ll put a screen on your dames body, scoopin' your bitch

So get played on that game called, losin' your shit

Come redecorate your crib fast, movin' your shit

I’m still peepin' out your dames ass, losin' the grip

On that neck head through the plate glass

Loose shoots in ya' wig

Yo, Cadillac STS, with some tamed hash

Tanqa Ray, grape fruit juice, stained glass

And I spend cash all night and clap off twice

And pack bongs tight and sip martini’s fast

And get ass all night…

And I can come and choke you up let’s all hear it

Tellin' me not to do it when I swing you from the terrace

Major pain to the establishment

Made famous in seconds…

Get props and guest spots on black plots like checkers…

And if you wanna get freaky and nasty

We can make good in the back of the cabby

Come to daddy…

They wanna kill me in the club

Put slugs in my mug, player I don’t give a fuck

Come to daddy…

These punks wanna jump

Come to daddy…

These chickens gettin drunk

Come to daddy…

You want me to put slugs in ya?

Come to daddy…

Ok…

Come to daddy…

What?

Come to daddy…

You can’t take shit too far?

You can’t take it far enough!

You’d think Colin Powell came and A&R'ed us

Pull out like pre-aids in front of your girl scandalous shit

Take more strength out my finger to handle your chick

And when I leave I’ll bet she’ll be up on your shit list

The best knockers I’ve seen was on a Jehovah’s Witness

So if you’re trunk look good I’ll run the Caddy

Til your chickens come to daddy now come with daddy…

Yo, some ecstasy pills a bag of dope I’ll make you spazz out at the wheel

Makin' you smash into poles, get your head open then shatter your nose

And get them bitches open crackin' laughin' at holmes

Well it’s on all up in the club Liberty City

With these stupid bitches sniffin' on kitty lickin' on titties

And the problem stops, after the collars pop

Roofies have you with some ugly bitches swallowing crotch

And if you wanna get freaky and nasty

We can make good in the back of the cabby

Come to daddy…

They wanna kill me in the club

Put slugs in my mug, player I don’t give a fuck

Come to daddy…

These punks wanna jump

Come to daddy…

These chickens gettin drunk

Come to daddy…

You want me to put slugs in ya?

Come to daddy…

Ok…

Come to daddy…

What?

Come to daddy…