Just Like U

Daddy? I want to be just like When I grow up, just like I want to be just like When I grow up, just like I want to be just like When I grow up, just like I want to be just like When I grow up, just like Son, you don't want to be just like your daddy Pimping hoes out here driving caddies Running round town, fucking geezers Shot's in your ass, catching diseases Son, your daddy got a foul mouth For fucking bitches in they foul mouth I can't help it, my group's D12 All we do is pop pills and stay in jail Talking nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop I fuck two twins, with a midget on top 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 fact slap her until she's a slut Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? 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 suck some more dick 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 playing leave her something I pack a hot dog and a fucking dirty muffin (Damn) You're my son, I'm trynna teach you something You're eight years old? It's time to start fucking You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice I'm telling ya all I do is pop pills and stay high Tell them bitches to suck my dick Aha! I'm prepared, Yeah Motherfucking role model Hi-tek --- Just Like U - D12