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  • 作曲 : WC
    [ W.C.] FUC
    K MY DADDY, is somethin
    I've been wantin to say for the longest
    I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest
    Cause daddy abandoned me at a young age
    And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
    And comin home late every night
    I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
    Lit as a wino, but sick as a psycho
    I used to hide under the covers with my eyes closed
    Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip
    Cause momma already need stitches in her top lip
    Cause daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her
    And throwin chairs against the wall every night, became a regular
    I used to pray and hope that daddy would die
    Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye
    And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to sleep
    All I could think about was
    **** MY DA
    DDY A well rounded family, yo
    I don't know
    The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like
    The Co**y
    Show Pops never gave me no props, just cheap shots
    Say the wrong thing and
    I just might get dropped
    Cause I remember times when
    I asked for a quarter
    And pops was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter
    Always screamin about the bills he had to pay
    The story of his life,
    I thought about a runaway
    Front for his friends and spendin all his ends on his women, his **** and alcohol binges
    My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews
    Secondhand pants,
    Top Ramen, and holy shoes
    It even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night takin graveyard chances
    Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend kids
    And I'm scared to tell my momma cause
    I might not live
    I guess that you can say that
    Poppa was a
    Rolling Stone
    But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home
    Another sad face with the sickness
    Daddy must die,
    God is my witness
    For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
    The reason that
    I wrote this song is for those who can't or won't,
    I say it gladly
    **** MY DA
    DDY! "Now you know, that you can't tell your momma we came here tonight." "But that's my moms." " I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back" "That ain't right though." "I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" "Yeah but that's my mom though, you can't do that." "Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!" [W.C.]
    Thank you momma for givin birth to me,
    God knows you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me
    I know the last twelve years has been hell
    You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as well
    I'm sorry for the times
    I brought trouble home
    Without a daddy thought a lot
    I had to learn on my own
    At the young age of nine
    I start drinkin brews
    And I even had to teach myself how to screw
    And for my little brother things wasn't no better see
    To him I was the closest thing he ever had to daddy
    Helped him with his school and then taught him how to squab
    Momma wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs
    Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the bills
    Now we eatin
    Wish burgers, and stale bread, and
    Skittles Huh, and now that
    I look back,
    I'm glad I was young
    Cause nowadays
    I mighta peeled his cap
    Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
    Spendin most of my life, in maximum security
    But nah, cause
    I'll be goin out just like a sucka
    When I was young, pops told me that
    I'd grow to be nuttin
    They keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don't sweat
    But everytime
    I think of daddy
    I think of broke necks
    Now, some might say that
    I'm wrong for speakin the truth
    But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop
    This ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool
    This is a message from the
    Dub, that
    I had to include
    To every kid on the
    Circle like me, hurtin badly
    Put up your middle finger and say,
    **** MY DA
    DDY! "**** you, young ass punk motherf****n daddy!"
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : WC
    [00:00.57][ W.C.] FUC
    [00:05.28]K MY DADDY, is somethin
    [00:14.91]I've been wantin to say for the longest
    [00:16.77]I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest
    [00:19.59]Cause daddy abandoned me at a young age
    [00:22.20]And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
    [00:25.29]And comin home late every night
    [00:26.94]I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
    [00:30.09]Lit as a wino, but sick as a psycho
    [00:32.79]I used to hide under the covers with my eyes closed
    [00:35.52]Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip
    [00:38.13]Cause momma already need stitches in her top lip
    [00:40.89]Cause daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her
    [00:43.32]And throwin chairs against the wall every night, became a regular
    [00:46.74]I used to pray and hope that daddy would die
    [00:48.75]Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye
    [00:52.14]And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to sleep
    [00:54.90]All I could think about was
    [00:56.16]**** MY DA
    [00:56.85]DDY A well rounded family, yo
    [01:04.29]I don't know
    [01:05.37]The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like
    [01:07.35]The Co**y
    [01:07.92]Show Pops never gave me no props, just cheap shots
    [01:10.95]Say the wrong thing and
    [01:12.09]I just might get dropped
    [01:13.56]Cause I remember times when
    [01:14.85]I asked for a quarter
    [01:16.35]And pops was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter
    [01:19.23]Always screamin about the bills he had to pay
    [01:21.75]The story of his life,
    [01:23.01]I thought about a runaway
    [01:24.42]Front for his friends and spendin all his ends on his women, his **** and alcohol binges
    [01:29.91]My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews
    [01:32.82]Secondhand pants,
    [01:33.87]Top Ramen, and holy shoes
    [01:35.79]It even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night takin graveyard chances
    [01:40.86]Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend kids
    [01:43.38]And I'm scared to tell my momma cause
    [01:44.97]I might not live
    [01:46.32]I guess that you can say that
    [01:47.61]Poppa was a
    [01:48.30]Rolling Stone
    [01:49.02]But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home
    [01:51.81]Another sad face with the sickness
    [01:54.57]Daddy must die,
    [01:55.77]God is my witness
    [01:57.15]For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
    [02:00.60]The reason that
    [02:01.32]I wrote this song is for those who can't or won't,
    [02:04.29]I say it gladly
    [02:05.55]**** MY DA
    [02:07.74]DDY! "Now you know, that you can't tell your momma we came here tonight." "But that's my moms." " I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back" "That ain't right though." "I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" "Yeah but that's my mom though, you can't do that." "Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!" [W.C.]
    [02:24.12]Thank you momma for givin birth to me,
    [02:26.10]God knows you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me
    [02:30.24]I know the last twelve years has been hell
    [02:32.28]You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as well
    [02:35.37]I'm sorry for the times
    [02:36.57]I brought trouble home
    [02:37.71]Without a daddy thought a lot
    [02:39.15]I had to learn on my own
    [02:40.62]At the young age of nine
    [02:42.00]I start drinkin brews
    [02:43.35]And I even had to teach myself how to screw
    [02:46.26]And for my little brother things wasn't no better see
    [02:48.96]To him I was the closest thing he ever had to daddy
    [02:51.63]Helped him with his school and then taught him how to squab
    [02:54.18]Momma wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs
    [02:57.06]Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the bills
    [02:59.70]Now we eatin
    [03:00.33]Wish burgers, and stale bread, and
    [03:01.92]Skittles Huh, and now that
    [03:03.84]I look back,
    [03:04.65]I'm glad I was young
    [03:05.61]Cause nowadays
    [03:06.39]I mighta peeled his cap
    [03:07.86]Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
    [03:10.53]Spendin most of my life, in maximum security
    [03:13.26]But nah, cause
    [03:14.07]I'll be goin out just like a sucka
    [03:15.90]When I was young, pops told me that
    [03:17.61]I'd grow to be nuttin
    [03:18.63]They keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don't sweat
    [03:21.36]But everytime
    [03:22.05]I think of daddy
    [03:22.92]I think of broke necks
    [03:24.12]Now, some might say that
    [03:25.62]I'm wrong for speakin the truth
    [03:27.12]But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop
    [03:29.52]This ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool
    [03:32.22]This is a message from the
    [03:33.36]Dub, that
    [03:33.96]I had to include
    [03:34.95]To every kid on the
    [03:35.88]Circle like me, hurtin badly
    [03:37.86]Put up your middle finger and say,
    [03:39.70]**** MY DA
    [03:40.35]DDY! "**** you, young ass punk motherf****n daddy!"