Lirik Lagu Your Pops Don't Like Me - Nick Cannon
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Oh, females dads be trippin' for realI mean, I'm a player with ma, rightAnd see what had happened wasI was hollerin' at this chick in front of the 99 cent storeWell, here's the whole story
She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last weekAt the mall, cute feet with the baby fat bootyShe paged me to come over the mallSo I smashed in the crib, bumpin', can't walk {Oh, boy}With the doo rag on {Yo', boy}When she sang that song she turnin' me onIf would have known her pops was homeCould have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phoneBut pops got hot, he was old school pimpin'Tank tops, flip flops and dress socksRang dang when he came with the questionsBoy, you were young and how knowin' for the LexusI'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell recordsNah, once again, I ain't got a jail recordIt's Nick Cannon, the cat you ain't used toThe Rapper, actor, comedienne/producer
I don't really like this dude, I can't stand himWhere did he come from, tell meI don't really like this dude, I want so muchSo much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
I don't really like this dude, I can't stand himWhere did he come from, tell meI don't really like this dude, I want so muchSo much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
When the girls from the ghetto act the size of theystilettos6-7-8 wanna make us waitThey wanna date, gotta ask popsYou a grown woman, all that need to stopAt the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or notYou daddy's little girl that he love a lotWell, he don't know about that tat you got, huhNah, I'm playin' I'm just rockin'Shorty ?? probably hooked upProbably teach you how to move in those ??Cut to the next day and a halfCalled the crib and your dad hung up on my a**
Is it ‘cause of the blunt, ma (He don'
She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last weekAt the mall, cute feet with the baby fat bootyShe paged me to come over the mallSo I smashed in the crib, bumpin', can't walk {Oh, boy}With the doo rag on {Yo', boy}When she sang that song she turnin' me onIf would have known her pops was homeCould have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phoneBut pops got hot, he was old school pimpin'Tank tops, flip flops and dress socksRang dang when he came with the questionsBoy, you were young and how knowin' for the LexusI'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell recordsNah, once again, I ain't got a jail recordIt's Nick Cannon, the cat you ain't used toThe Rapper, actor, comedienne/producer
I don't really like this dude, I can't stand himWhere did he come from, tell meI don't really like this dude, I want so muchSo much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
I don't really like this dude, I can't stand himWhere did he come from, tell meI don't really like this dude, I want so muchSo much more for my daughter (Your pops don't like me)
When the girls from the ghetto act the size of theystilettos6-7-8 wanna make us waitThey wanna date, gotta ask popsYou a grown woman, all that need to stopAt the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or notYou daddy's little girl that he love a lotWell, he don't know about that tat you got, huhNah, I'm playin' I'm just rockin'Shorty ?? probably hooked upProbably teach you how to move in those ??Cut to the next day and a halfCalled the crib and your dad hung up on my a**
Is it ‘cause of the blunt, ma (He don'
