Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - It's A Big Daddy Thing lyrics

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We gon' pump this up one time
 As we set it off a little like this, kick it!
 Pump it up now (it's a Big Daddy thing)
 As we send this out to New York City
 Can't forget the posse down in Philly
 Also in Detroit (it's a Big Daddy thing)
 Chicago, Atlanta GA
 Sendin this out to Miami (it's a Big Daddy thing)
 Tampa, can't forget Virginia and North Carolina
 L.A. and Oakland (it's a Big Daddy thing)
 And the rest of the world as we go a little somethin like this
 (it's a Big Daddy thing)

 Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain
 with nothin to gain under the wrath of Kane
 Cause you can't maintain, I drained every brain
 to leave a stain plain to remain in my lane
 or path or road, until the next one be sewed
 That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode
 Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
 or be funky like a underarm
 And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow
 Now, competition bow, to me like a Buddha
 The teacher, the tutor
 They come a dime a dozen but the Kane look cuter
 And I ain't about that slouchin or crabbin
 so save it -- cause that's one thing I ain't havin
 Because the purpose I serve is to please ya
 Rhymes will ease ya, like Milk of Magnesia
 So bust a pimp without a limp
 And I crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm
 get loose I put a boost and used to chill
 the comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice

 "Big Daddy thing" (2X)

 I'm just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless
 Cause you're useless, makin up excuses excuses
 So never touch tap tangle or tamper
 A fearless fly foe'll get slapped with a Pamper
 Cause I can dig in your face like root canal
 But I'ma chill, won't even dispute you now
 Actin wild just ain't my style
 Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see
 quiet as kept, not like a starter you
 but I can roast an MC like a barbecue
 In the Dead Zone, you shouldn't have left home
 Steppin to the man, now get the head flown
 I bring the terror, horror, there's no tomorrow
 Child you shouldn't even bother
 to press up, and get broken like a Lee nail
 So let me school ya plus scoop your female
 Just like a jiggalo but I'm much bigger though
 I'm like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow
 and smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth
 and improve with every move, that's why you've
 been enhanced by the mentally divine
 So play football, and let's go the nine
 Shorts I take none, cause I ain't the one
 In eighty-nine there's damage bein done
 And for you to diss me, will be very risky
 Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey
 To break and make my foes dispose in force
 So y'all can see how me the Kane will just reign
 superior, cause I ain't even hearin ya
 Save the yang, cause it's a Big Daddy thang

 "Big Daddy thing" (4X, then cut and scratched to end)

 And this one here goes out to my man Mad Money Murph
 Can't forget Big Sha, Big Therm
 And also I got to say whassup to my man Horace
 Got Nice and Smooth in the place to be
 Mack Daddy Nick, know what I'm sayin?
 Can't forget my man Ant Live
 And of course the one and only Prince Paul, peace
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Reprise Records, WEA International Inc.

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Released in: 1989

Language: English

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