The Mack Daddy, rippin up skirts in the back of Caddies

If +Baby Got Back+ then baby can have me

Controversy made them ban me, understand me

Girls, bringin many problems to my world

Tryin to make Mix pay for them pearls

One had a baby and it's a girl *baby giggling*

I swore I had protection, got an erection

Must resist temptation

Girls flock, ride my jock

'Cause a big fat Porsche went around the block (mmm)

Met a young girl named Angel

She had a big long weave I'd love to mangle

So I'm puttin in work, lovin tight skirts

So you know a mack poppa gotta flirt (woo!)

Room triple deuced me and baby got loose

Look at baby wiggle that big caboose

Got a little tiny waist, everything's in place

I'm pacin, facin the situation

It's on, put it on tape, troop

Got a little sex now I'm sittin on a lawsuit

Nine months later, little baby pops out

Blonde hair, blue eyes, with her feets in her mouth

Well that can't be me (nope)

'Cause I'm a nappy haired black man, dressed like a O.G.

Angel's gold diggin, this girl's driven

Tryin to catch Mix on slippin

Just because I get paid don't mean I get played

For the bank I've made

And after the blood test I got proof

Your baby is cute ... but don't call me Da Da!



Don't call me Da Da!



The next story, met a young skirt, said her name was Laurie

Smoked much dank, but her life was boring

Got with Mix, now she adores me

Nasty nigga named Mix (yep)

On a tour bus with the porno flicks (mm)

Anxious 'cause I wanna knock boots

And I don't sleep with the girls in my group

So Mack Daddy is strollin and patrollin

Big fat bank I'm holdin

Bus pulls up to the mini mart

And that's where Laurie works and my game starts

Laurie knows nothin bout rap though

And that peeled my superstar cap, so

I'll just go back to the basics

And even that game is stiff, baby, face it

So now Laurie and me is headed to the ?monkey dope?

Straight gettin to the ?monkey poke?

Dip dip dip, one two three

*she moans* 'Cause I'm a vet'ran, see

I kissed her cheek while Laurie was asleep

Let one more groupie use me (mm)

One year later she's tryin to creep

ON MY MONEY

But I ain't the one to get played the sap (uh-uh)

When I hit the sack, big Richard is capped

Your man's a punk for leavin kids with you

The baby's cute, but don't call me Da Da!



Don't call me Da Da!



I'm sittin, in Long Beach Cali, eatin Popeyes' chicken

Thinkin bout the next snake charmer I'm hittin

Met a fly skirt, nickname was Kitten

And I start spittin,

WhassUP with the brother in the passenger seat?

Homeboy bailed 'cause his game was weak

And he was callin her bitch, I was callin her baby

He got the finger, I got the lady

Me and Kitten left the place quickened (yep)

Busta, you and cousin Kitten need a stickin

TO THE 'TEL, TO THE 'TEL, TO THE 'TEL WE RUSH

(gasp) The jimmy-hat bust

I start sweatin, conscience bettin

That I'ma have to deal with bed wettin

But I'ma handle this thing like a man

Settle down and bring the kid up, that's the plan

Three weeks later I get this call though

Kitten sounds happy on the telephone

She said "Go on and live your life, bro,

'Cause EPT said no," so don't call me Da Da!



Don't call me Da Da!



Don't call me Da Da!



Da da!



Don't call me Da Da! I ain't yo daddy, baby!

 

Da Da!



Don't call me Da Da!