Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

Where, where can I go? It’s a curse of mine to be sad at night All I see is road No one takes me home, It’s the hardest truth I’ve come to yet I was a daddy’s girl sometime, But I loved my momma till the end of line I am cold and I am bright,

I'm havin? a baby A little girl, a little boy, a little you, a little me And I'm so proud to be that baby's daddy What is this news you've got to tell me? Girl, what has got you so excited? Why would you call me on my job When I'm right in the middle of

But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way My daddy was a bank robber And he loved to steal your money So he came to jazz it up Some is rich, and some is poor And that's the way the world is But I don't believe in laying back Sayin' how bad

It's Christmas Eve And I've only wrapped two fucking presents And I'll never talk to you again Unless your Dad'll suck me off I'll never talk to you again Unless your mum will touch my cock, I'll never talk to you again Ejaculate into a sock, I'll never

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss What I'm doing? Getting money What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on us, but they

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

I don't lie Without an alibi I ain't lyin' I told my dyin' daddy That I had to run away Looked him in the eyes Said, "there ain't no other way" So woman, if I tell you that I love you, be ok 'Cause I ain't lyin'

Baby you can call me Baba I was, down But I'm really lit right now A couple drinks in your head You're calling me daddy instead Mommy how that dress fit tight Is it heaven between your thighs She wanna know what's my name

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier I want to be a celebrity martyr Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang) the hero of the hour Bang bang give me fame Shoot me up to entertain I am a semi-automatic lonely boy You're dead I'm well fed Give me