Lirik Lagu Da Man - Big Tymers F/ TQ, Trick Daddy
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[Chorus: TQ]All I ever wanted to do was be da manGet out the ghetto and feed my whole famBut the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go)
All I ever wanted to do was be da manGet out the ghetto and feed my whole famBut quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)
[Trick Daddy]A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked upA ki of coke could get you richbut too much of this shit can get you stuck upThat's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill witCase he flip the script, you know where he live atPlus, the game don' came a long wayYeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong waySee these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boysCuz they got guns bigger than yoursPlus ain't not more coppin outYou either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride foreverBorn the son of a straight killaRaised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homiesSo, can a nigga get a boooonnndOr do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......sonYour Honor, answer this question and be honestIf you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?
[Chorus]
[Baby]Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)I sit and took over2 clips, the AK holderBrick taped to my bitchStrapped on her shoulderRaw grams in the trunk of a jagHard ounces stashed in my cadillac dashIt's drought season daddy, we huntin for richesWe fly like birds go divin for fishesA known deep boy, the #1 StunnaGot a hundred brick stash in the back of the HummerBut on my block, a old tymer got shotI didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spotI'm shittin on niggas, grandma got gramsShe gave me a revolver, automatics get jammedI'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sandI'm one of a few niggas that beat the man
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young manI bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun manYou in the game now you know what you don' done man?"Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man"A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dreamA solid lil bitch with a whole lot of creamWell lil one looky here, who you scorin from?Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numbTake that, the comeback is incredibleGet caught, then nigga it's federalBy the way, don't say no mother fuckin namesYou listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin gamesYou know the rules of this shitFuck around and be one dead bitchIt's money and the powerEvery second every hourFrom sco' to the flo'Bakin soda to the flour
All I ever wanted to do was be da manGet out the ghetto and feed my whole famBut quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)
[Trick Daddy]A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked upA ki of coke could get you richbut too much of this shit can get you stuck upThat's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill witCase he flip the script, you know where he live atPlus, the game don' came a long wayYeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong waySee these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boysCuz they got guns bigger than yoursPlus ain't not more coppin outYou either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride foreverBorn the son of a straight killaRaised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homiesSo, can a nigga get a boooonnndOr do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......sonYour Honor, answer this question and be honestIf you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?
[Chorus]
[Baby]Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)I sit and took over2 clips, the AK holderBrick taped to my bitchStrapped on her shoulderRaw grams in the trunk of a jagHard ounces stashed in my cadillac dashIt's drought season daddy, we huntin for richesWe fly like birds go divin for fishesA known deep boy, the #1 StunnaGot a hundred brick stash in the back of the HummerBut on my block, a old tymer got shotI didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spotI'm shittin on niggas, grandma got gramsShe gave me a revolver, automatics get jammedI'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sandI'm one of a few niggas that beat the man
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young manI bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun manYou in the game now you know what you don' done man?"Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man"A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dreamA solid lil bitch with a whole lot of creamWell lil one looky here, who you scorin from?Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numbTake that, the comeback is incredibleGet caught, then nigga it's federalBy the way, don't say no mother fuckin namesYou listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin gamesYou know the rules of this shitFuck around and be one dead bitchIt's money and the powerEvery second every hourFrom sco' to the flo'Bakin soda to the flour
