Just Like U
Daddy?
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
You don't wanna be just like your daddy
Pimpin' hoes out here drivin' caddies
Runnin' 'round town, fuckin' wit' geezers
Shots in your ass, catchin' diseases
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth
For fuckin' bitches in they foul mouth
I can't help it, my group's D12
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail
Talkin' nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top (yeh)
A sick mind, raping an old lady
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby
All I can teach you, learn how to mac
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back
Matter o' fact, slap your sister, she's a slut
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck?
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest
Sell crack to your auntie Denise
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and some more
Nas is probably gon' hate me
When Mos Def hear this, he probably gon' suffocate me
"Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon' do is talk about whores and smoking crack"
If your wife is pregnant, I call her a whore
Leave her no money and go out on tour
Nah, I'm playin leave her some'in'
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin' dirty muffin (damn)
You're my son, I'm tryna teach you some'in'
You're - years old? It's time to start fuckin'
You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
All I can tell ya how to do is pop pills and stay high
Tell them bitches to suck my dick
A-ha! I'm prepared, yeah
A motherfuckin' role model
Hi-Tek
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
You don't wanna be just like your daddy
Pimpin' hoes out here drivin' caddies
Runnin' 'round town, fuckin' wit' geezers
Shots in your ass, catchin' diseases
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth
For fuckin' bitches in they foul mouth
I can't help it, my group's D12
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail
Talkin' nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top (yeh)
A sick mind, raping an old lady
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby
All I can teach you, learn how to mac
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back
Matter o' fact, slap your sister, she's a slut
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck?
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest
Sell crack to your auntie Denise
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and some more
Nas is probably gon' hate me
When Mos Def hear this, he probably gon' suffocate me
"Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon' do is talk about whores and smoking crack"
If your wife is pregnant, I call her a whore
Leave her no money and go out on tour
Nah, I'm playin leave her some'in'
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin' dirty muffin (damn)
You're my son, I'm tryna teach you some'in'
You're - years old? It's time to start fuckin'
You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up, yes I do
All I can tell ya how to do is pop pills and stay high
Tell them bitches to suck my dick
A-ha! I'm prepared, yeah
A motherfuckin' role model
Hi-Tek
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Writer(s): Rufus Johnson, Tony Cottrell
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