D12 - Just Like U Lyrics

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, f*cking geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catching diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*ck?

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 f*cking dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you something.
You're eight years old? It's time to start f*cking.
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.
Motherf*cking role model.
Hi-Tek.