| Song | Oh Daddy - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Artist | Young Chris |
| Album | The B.Coming |
| [00:01.19] | Oh daddy |
| [00:03.13] | You know you make me cry.. |
| [00:06.13] | How can you love me? |
| [00:09.19] | I can't understand why.. |
| [00:11.01][Beanie Sigel] | |
| [00:12.32] | |
| [00:27.18] | That's what they yellin when they grab me |
| [00:29.05] | Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me |
| [00:31.74] | Once they realize they can't have me |
| [00:34.36] | When I leave 'em try to let 'em down easy like |
| [00:36.79] | I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine |
| [00:40.41] | Can't get caught up in that loop again |
| [00:43.10] | Never letting Cupid in |
| [00:44.23] | Boo you buggin ain't no time to be lovin |
| [00:46.60] | Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin |
| [00:49.54] | It's mack daddy not your daddy mack |
| [00:53.00] | Bitch you got it criss-crossed （scrap） |
| [00:55.13] | I ain't havin that |
| [00:56.26] | I can't have your back |
| [00:57.63] | Look how you act when I had your back |
| [01:00.13] | Picture me havin that back to back |
| [01:01.88] | I pimp proper like shrimp-lobster |
| [01:03.07] | Check out my pimp-posture |
| [01:05.01] | Even my limp proper, mama |
| [01:08.38] | I can't help what's runnin down your face |
| [01:10.69] | I moved your ass into that furnished place |
| [01:13.44] | Like you earned that space |
| [01:15.19][Chorus] | |
| [01:15.82][Beanie Sigel] | |
| [01:33.07] | |
| [01:40.39] | God damn baby you had me |
| [01:41.82] | All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly |
| [01:44.63] | We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha |
| [01:47.70] | You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer |
| [01:50.46] | Shit I thought you was the one - you was my bitch |
| [01:53.40] | The one that never snitched |
| [01:55.03] | Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit |
| [01:57.97] | I taught you how to push a whip |
| [01:59.84] | Taught you how to suck a dick |
| [02:01.41] | Taught you how to fluff a brick |
| [02:03.41] | But you got more drama than a B-mama |
| [02:05.47] | Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas |
| [02:09.16] | With the bullshit, he say she say |
| [02:11.97] | The bitch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay |
| [02:15.22] | Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay |
| [02:18.09] | How you drop from celebrity status |
| [02:20.84] | Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons |
| [02:23.97] | In them sucka type Jags |
| [02:25.53] | Now you ****in type mad |
| [02:27.59][Chorus] | |
| [02:28.28][Young Chris] | |
| [02:52.18] | |
| [02:52.74] | Oh mommy its so sad |
| [02:53.99] | We had it together |
| [02:54.99] | You had it whenever |
| [02:55.87] | That's yo bad |
| [02:57.05] | You ****ed up |
| [02:58.12] | It wasn't meant to be |
| [02:59.55] | You lucked up |
| [03:00.43] | Told me at the end don't trust her |
| [03:02.74] | See that's when all the bullshit started |
| [03:04.74] | That's what three me in reverse, counter-clockwise |
| [03:06.80] | In my mind I swore that we would work |
| [03:09.55] | But I guess that I was wrong |
| [03:11.05] | Ran into a dead end |
| [03:12.30] | Unfaithful bitch |
| [03:13.43] | You ****ed the nigga I was blazin with |
| [03:15.99] | Fugazied shit |
| [03:16.87] | It wasn't him it was the paper shit |
| [03:18.99] | Nowadays its all about the latest shit |
| [03:21.12] | That or they favorite...car |
| [03:22.99] | Or get paper from ball |
| [03:24.49] | Unless your label all that |
| [03:26.05] | And you labeled as stars |
| [03:27.49] | Makin the millions |
| [03:28.93] | Got them bitches willin to do |
| [03:30.43] | Whatever it takes |
| [03:31.31] | Takin it off or willin to screw |
| [03:33.68] | Whoever I bring |
| [03:34.68] | Guess it's a celebrity thing |
| [03:36.43] | But I was never ashamed |
| [03:38.24] | I was blessed with the game |
| [00:01.19] | Oh daddy |
| [00:03.13] | You know you make me cry.. |
| [00:06.13] | How can you love me? |
| [00:09.19] | I can' t understand why.. |
| [00:11.01][Beanie Sigel] | |
| [00:12.32] | |
| [00:27.18] | That' s what they yellin when they grab me |
| [00:29.05] | Eyes are swellin, cryin, tryin to stab me |
| [00:31.74] | Once they realize they can' t have me |
| [00:34.36] | When I leave ' em try to let ' em down easy like |
| [00:36.79] | I snatch your heart so easy like Valentine |
| [00:40.41] | Can' t get caught up in that loop again |
| [00:43.10] | Never letting Cupid in |
| [00:44.23] | Boo you buggin ain' t no time to be lovin |
| [00:46.60] | Man the grip on my pistol only thing I be huggin |
| [00:49.54] | It' s mack daddy not your daddy mack |
| [00:53.00] | Bitch you got it crisscrossed scrap |
| [00:55.13] | I ain' t havin that |
| [00:56.26] | I can' t have your back |
| [00:57.63] | Look how you act when I had your back |
| [01:00.13] | Picture me havin that back to back |
| [01:01.88] | I pimp proper like shrimplobster |
| [01:03.07] | Check out my pimpposture |
| [01:05.01] | Even my limp proper, mama |
| [01:08.38] | I can' t help what' s runnin down your face |
| [01:10.69] | I moved your ass into that furnished place |
| [01:13.44] | Like you earned that space |
| [01:15.19][Chorus] | |
| [01:15.82][Beanie Sigel] | |
| [01:33.07] | |
| [01:40.39] | God damn baby you had me |
| [01:41.82] | All the twirlies in the caddy used to take it back gladly |
| [01:44.63] | We was tighter than Tommy Buns and Keesha |
| [01:47.70] | You cleant my guns, count my ones, bagged the reefer |
| [01:50.46] | Shit I thought you was the one you was my bitch |
| [01:53.40] | The one that never snitched |
| [01:55.03] | Taught you how to bust a fifth, shit |
| [01:57.97] | I taught you how to push a whip |
| [01:59.84] | Taught you how to suck a dick |
| [02:01.41] | Taught you how to fluff a brick |
| [02:03.41] | But you got more drama than a Bmama |
| [02:05.47] | Got me goin through the motions like C. Thomas |
| [02:09.16] | With the bullshit, he say she say |
| [02:11.97] | The bitch is mad cause my jams kick like Eastbay |
| [02:15.22] | Mad cause they mans got they kicks on replay |
| [02:18.09] | How you drop from celebrity status |
| [02:20.84] | Pushin Bent to niggaz in celebrity wagons |
| [02:23.97] | In them sucka type Jags |
| [02:25.53] | Now you in type mad |
| [02:27.59][Chorus] | |
| [02:28.28][Young Chris] | |
| [02:52.18] | |
| [02:52.74] | Oh mommy its so sad |
| [02:53.99] | We had it together |
| [02:54.99] | You had it whenever |
| [02:55.87] | That' s yo bad |
| [02:57.05] | You ed up |
| [02:58.12] | It wasn' t meant to be |
| [02:59.55] | You lucked up |
| [03:00.43] | Told me at the end don' t trust her |
| [03:02.74] | See that' s when all the bullshit started |
| [03:04.74] | That' s what three me in reverse, counterclockwise |
| [03:06.80] | In my mind I swore that we would work |
| [03:09.55] | But I guess that I was wrong |
| [03:11.05] | Ran into a dead end |
| [03:12.30] | Unfaithful bitch |
| [03:13.43] | You ed the nigga I was blazin with |
| [03:15.99] | Fugazied shit |
| [03:16.87] | It wasn' t him it was the paper shit |
| [03:18.99] | Nowadays its all about the latest shit |
| [03:21.12] | That or they favorite... car |
| [03:22.99] | Or get paper from ball |
| [03:24.49] | Unless your label all that |
| [03:26.05] | And you labeled as stars |
| [03:27.49] | Makin the millions |
| [03:28.93] | Got them bitches willin to do |
| [03:30.43] | Whatever it takes |
| [03:31.31] | Takin it off or willin to screw |
| [03:33.68] | Whoever I bring |
| [03:34.68] | Guess it' s a celebrity thing |
| [03:36.43] | But I was never ashamed |
| [03:38.24] | I was blessed with the game |