Oh, females dads be trippin for real

I mean, Im a player with ma, right

And see what had happened was

I was hollerin at this chick in front of the 99 cent

store

Well, heres the whole story





She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week

At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty

She paged me to come over the mall

So I smashed in the crib, bumpin, cant walk {Oh,

boy}

With the doo rag on {Yo, boy}

When she sang that song she turnin me on

If would have known her pops was home

Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the

phone

But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin

Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks

Rang dang when he came with the questions

Boy, you were young and how knowin for the Lexus

Im sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records

Nah, once again, I aint got a jail record

Its Nick Cannon, the cat you aint used to

The Rapper, actor, comedienneproducer





I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him

Where did he come from, tell me

I dont really like this dude, I want so much

So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me)





I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him

Where did he come from, tell me

I dont really like this dude, I want so much

So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me)





When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they

stilettos

6-7-8 wanna make us wait

They wanna date, gotta ask pops

You a grown woman, all that need to stop

At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not

You daddys little girl that he love a lot

Well, he dont know about that tat you got, huh

Nah, Im playin Im just rockin

Sho