Ladies and gentlemen, it is with the greatest pleasure That I present NiggyTardust NiggyTardust, grippo king, philosopher, and artist Downright to the
lifting up their skirts Sister's in the bathroom, getting nice and clean Telescopic vision, he's bursting at the seams Poison pleasures, taken by hand
Marvin Gaye too To love you gently Let me love you gently Lay back relax, girl I?ma be Light as a feather but hard as a rock ?Cause daddy know just
you runnin' to polices Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin' fun with it 50 Cent, nigga, bump dat My son ask, "Daddy
and hug you? Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good I found pleasure in pleasin
her king Together, she would make me cool and we would both rule, forever, And I would never feel pain and never be without pleasure, ever, again
pleasures wherever we go It?s the simple things That make us feel at home Verse 2: For a simple view We?ll sleep up on your daddy?s roof 'Cause our
Well my daddy he used to tell me, any man can be a king It ain't that complicated, well it's a very simple thing You don't need no castle or thrown for
cream, get a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams Choppin' O's, smokin' lye an' optimo's Money *** and clothes all a brother knows a foolish pleasure
junk into the wall, I use it for business Sometimes its for pleasure, I can make exceptions When you want to spend dat chedda If you want to hit me up Make sure daddies
so I know the game You find Kappa slap a bitch to keep my dick drained A pimp man get the money fo' he get the pleasure An ex-con, I'ma get the charm
-Dong Daddy of the D-car line Had a thing for the ladies for which he did time He reaped a little more than he could sow Of the pleasures the Mormons
change your mind You don't want me At least not in that way You don't want me And that drives me crazy Your ignorin' hurts my pride Don't you want my pleasure
Half a week before the winter The chill bites before it comes I'm a child of the pleasure Daddy brings before he runs He sits behind a desk of mahogany
Just stressin' over nuthin' Forgetting the real pleasures that lie in the simple things In the simple things The sun shining on my face, your strong embrace Mama calling, daddy
The type to make you faggot and be proud of it Turn it down a bit I can't think daddy I think I need another motherfucking drink daddy I think I'll hit
, Messina, Lonobile, Cartasegna, Gianotti, Agate; words by Messina, Buratto, Lonobile] 10 o' clock now, I slum the door behind, still my daddy's shouts
Thank me daddy For the things that you'll never know And listen to the noise that I'm making Not the boys on my answer phone Oh, please Thank me daddy