Who Sang Lil Daddy? Juvenile feat. Birdman

Birdman Juve the Great cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2003-12-23
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap/Bounce
length: 4:11
[Juvenile talking]
Whoa! see'mon Whoa! I hear you *****z heart pumpin
See' mon, whoa!, what's up, whoa! U.T.P, U.T.P
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
He gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof money get packed up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky *****z that's as real as my Saints jersey
I stand here posted in the worst of times
Knowing *****z after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet, but I could teach you how to **** it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket
You see something you like go 'head and cop it
But watch it, *****z gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them *****es is jockin'
You might do lil' daddy like that, but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my *****z done shot them
My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating *****z and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then Whoa!
[Baby a.k.a. Birdman (chorus x2)]
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to have it Lil Daddy (so keep your hands up)
Whoa! I got to get it Lil Daddy, I got to have it Lil Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
[Verse 2]
I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor *****z be eating pork, rich *****z be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse *****, you just wait
You couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 *****es so get that **** straight
You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put **** in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place
I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
I got a trail of *****z telling cops what I did to them
I ain't lookin for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems
All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my chil'ren, my gun, and my herb
****, they got a lot of killers I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa!
[chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I tried to play the backround as mcuh as I could
Cause all the big mouth *****z be gettin knocked in the hood
Remember them lil' *****z? they done grew up now
So 'ret street and marching turned into a clocked up dump
We scam on **** because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting unitl the night come 'round
Hey lil' mama I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
(puffing sound) yeah, you like that now
I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your **** split for the minimum fee (yeah)
****ing with them *****z, got a ten for a ki'
Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your *** for a profit, capiche?
Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating ***** like a lot of the freaks
[chorus x2]
Whoa! [x6]

CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 In My Life
  • 3 Enemy Turf
  • 4 Outside (skit)
  • 5 Bounce Back
  • 6 Down South Posted
  • 7 It Ain't Mines
  • 8 Numb Numb
  • 9 Lil Daddy
  • 10 Fuckin With Me
  • 11 Cock It
  • 12 Club (skit)
  • 13 Juve 'The Great'
  • 14 Head in Advance
  • 15 For Everybody
  • 16 At the Door (skit)
  • 17 Slow Motion