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Big Daddy Kane Lyrics

Album: Daddy's Home

Daddy's Home Lyrics

Somebody tell me who's that, what's that 

It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack 

Don't even front and try to ask who is this 

cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah Witness 

Stronger than Listerine, moppin up rappers like Mr. Clean 

Oh Lord, the Kane just hit the scene 

Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck 

Cause when I come through, I'm catchin wreck, like a tow truck 

Cause ain't no way in the world the Kane could ever, fade 

I'm stayin on top of this thing, in order for me to get, paid 

And anyone comin to me for a battle is gettin, slayed 

Whenever it comes to the lyrics I'm rappin I got it, made 

So back up off me, cause yo' rap 

have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat 

Cause you can dream about bein this up to par 

But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are 

Competition I'll drill em, and definitely outskill em 

To make the long story short, I kill em 

Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre 

And when I come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh 

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Givin you mo', ready to go, kickin the flow, rippin the show 

Comin to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you know 

Left the lonely lonely through lyrics loose in me 

Leave the lowlife left lingerin lost like ??? 

Anything you can imagine done to a microphone I did it 

Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, let it so dig it 

But don't make me get ill, or chill, cause if I exercise my skill 

rappers'll hit the floor like Johnny Gill 

The smoothest soloist, with this to exist to bliss 

and diss who risk to test this 

Cause this ain't no game, I treat you like 

a picture of my ex-girl, and rip that ass out the frame 

I come pursuant, pursuant, pursuant, pursuant 

and step it to him, to him, to him, to him, to him 

I leave a rapper's career ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined 

And watch him fade like my voice is doin, doin, doin 

Ease back when I attack 

Your poetry is wack so don't ask for no slack 

Cause I'm tell you straight up, I'ma bring it son 

You want +Poetic Justice+ go see John Singleton 

Because a battle ain't no thing to me 

And I don't look nothin like Tarzan 

so don't think you can swing with me 

Just let the Kane take control, I'd like to know 

if you really ready for some super dynamite soul! 

Then come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

So what's this? A new attitude, you're tryin to act rude 

You saw _Menace_ and now you in a gangsta mood 

What are you kiddin me? That's the heart of stupidity 

If you wanna be a gangsta, join the mafia in Italy 

Fakin and frontin on stage like you're hard 

I hope when you get to Detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your card 

Flashin guns like you got somethin to prove G 

What, you wanna be in the next John Singleton movie? 

You're sayin that you're buckwhylin 

But don't convince me, convince the brothers on the Island 

Otherwise just forget it, unless niggaz that did ten years 

say you a gangsta, I ain't wit it 

Yo, I raped his mother, yo, I shot and killed him 

Is that what you wanna get across to the children? 

I guess you're not gonna be happy til it's for real 

Four year old kids, doin drivebys on Big Wheels 

Or maybe you wanna see it be more fatal 

like Kindergarten kids, tryin to cook crack with Play-Doh 

Now I don't mean to take the fun out the jam 

I just want some to understand about the gun in the hand 

We gotta show our people how to live equal 

Peace out, I'm catchin folks on the sequel 

It go, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go! 

Come on, heidi heidi heidi hoe 

And yo I got the funky flow 

So let yourself go!
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