Daddy Kalled Me Niga Cause I Likeded To Rhyme

Текст песни Young Black Teenagers - Daddy Kalled Me Niga Cause I Likeded To Rhyme

Daddy Kalled Me Niga Cause I Likeded to Rhyme LyricsDaddy called me nigga cause of the clothes that I wear
Because I walk with a limp and got some dreads in my hair
And every time I'm in my room and friends were there
You're a wannabe, tryin' to be black and I swear

I have a rough and neck shoulder, ain't it crazy I flex
Copasetic, energetic, and it ripped em again
He gotta hear some of the flirt, and he rocked in his school work
My father's major beef is I wasn't the same
Cause I'm a wannabe, soon to be
His school wasn't fully
Now it's pretty my son, he's a fade with a shade
The attitude expressed is not too impress
It's to make them as good, what's got me obsessed
Like when your system in my room is boomin' Ultramagnetic
My pop comes in talkin' talkin' about the noise
Be the king at money, it's wack and sound pathetic
Talkin' about my music and you think it's just noise
Everyday was a different day, my pops would always say
Music I tend to play, the child that I display
Pick garbage from the street, a fad with the beat
But when you call it junk, you listen to the treat
You took it as a dis and tried to get rough
So I turn the volume up and called his bluff
Back and forth, a push and a shove
The rift developed into a physical hmmm
Now how the hell do you measure this prejudice?
A wrath and dis for trying to be a nemesis
He's tryin' to be the best, the legends in the business
And he acts like he has some strange sort of fear of this
Daddy called me nigga cause of the clothes that I wear
Because I walk with a limp and got some dreads in my hair
And every time I'm in my room and friends were there
You're a wannabe, tryin' to be a black and I swear

Chillin' in my room with two 40s of (??)
My pop is crazy dangerous so I made sure my door was locked
Cursin' and bangin' as the bass was steady boom
The rhythm had me knows all the 40s I consume
While writin' some lyrics to complete some work
While my pop he has a mission like somethin' for the jerk
He bangs and yells for about half an hour
Then he got switch take the fuse cut my power
Disturbin' my flow, cut my show like a C.O
Working had his help at the end of the week so
Back on my mission I tried to box him with my rhyme
Ignored his threat cause