Who Sang Who's Ya Daddy? Juvenile

Juvenile Reality Check cover art
Credits
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Terrance Freeman, Teruis Gray
release date: 2006-2-27
genres: Hip Hop Funk / Soul
styles: Trap/Bounce/Gangsta/Thug Rap
length: 3:19
Girl, you're lookin' like a '4 dropped low to the ground
Ooh, I like it when you shake it up and swing it around
Don't stop, ooh, you servin' it now
Have a ***** lookin' for you, searchin' around

I tried to pass you up but you're lookin' so hot
Got my **** gettin' stiffer than a robot
You not lookin' concerned about what a hoe got
You just layin' it down right there in yo' spot

When you pass a *****, come to a slow stop
Wonderin' how I'm lookin' when the clothes drop
Fresh out of the fingernail and toe shop
Lookin' real, I gotta get her when the hoe pop

She got a shape, ain't nothin' fake, she in the race
Her pretty face, I'd give her a 7 or 8 or maybe 9 if she really fine
Side and behind with a lady mind
Diamonds, she genuine

Let your hair down, girl, you already know
When I grab ya ***, I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the **** and you the poo poo
Let a ***** **** you with that uptown voodoo

You my lil' mamma mia and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?

Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up
Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up
In a relationship, I understand and what?
He ain't focusin' right now, so we can ****

Move, shake, bounce, pop
Pancake it, pull it over at the bus stop
Swing it back around, stop it there and make it wiggle
Put it in reverse and back it up just a little

It ain't your birthday, nope, it ain't your birthday
But I'ma treat you like that, if you can serve me
Girl, you a stallion, let me take you to the derby
I bet a hundred that you gon' be up in first place

Pose, move, stop, walk
****, I think you more finer than the block talk
Ladies, put your hands up if you need to get dropped off
Up even higher if you wanna leave in my car

Let your hair down girl, you already know
When I grab ya *** I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the **** and you the poo poo
Let a ***** **** you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, hoe?

Like it when you be dressin' all fancy
And your lips be lookin' like candy
Come here and get you a sip of this brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see

You musta been eatin' by grannies
'Cause that *** lookin' phat in them panties
Tryin' to treat you like one of my family
And I won't be actin' like your man be

I'm the **** lil' mama, just chance me
'Cause you're lookin' at a more advanced me
Now drop it and pop it and shake it like a dog
Look back at a gangsta when you're catchin' the wall

Let your hair down, girl, you already know
When I grab ya ***, I ain't gonna let it go
Ooh, I'm the **** and you the poo poo
Let a ***** **** you with that uptown voo-doo

You my lil' mamma mia and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, hoe?
You my lil' mamma mia and you already know
Who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, who's ya daddy, hoe?



Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Got Ya Hustle On
  • 3 Around the Way
  • 4 Sets Go Up
  • 5 Rodeo
  • 6 What's Happenin'
  • 7 Loose Booty
  • 8 Way I Be Leanin'
  • 9 Break a Brick Down
  • 10 Who's Ya Daddy
  • 11 I Know You Know
  • 12 Keep Talkin'
  • 13 Rock Like That
  • 14 Why Not
  • 15 Animal
  • 16 Addicted
  • 17 Holla Back
  • 18 Pop U
  • 19 Say It to Me Now
  • 20 Come Out Your Laundry

  • Album Information
    label: Atlantic
    country(area): [Worldwide]
    format: CD
    script: Latin