Sugar Daddy Songtext
von Delbert McClinton & Glen Clark

[Intro:]
Yeah, back in effect, let′s go
Ahem, aiyyo, e'rybody goes through feelin like
The walls is closin in on you and you just stress the hell out (yeah they do)
And you feel like you gon′ explode, youknow'msayin? (uh-huh)
This right here is for, all y'all to know that
I know what y′all goin through man (yeah, yeah)
I feel it myself (yeah, yeah I do)
I could relate, yeah turn this one up

Sometimes life make you wanna attack and go off G
You wanna step back and I let it roll off me
Brooklyn, New York B, ain′t nothin soft G
Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
Flirtin with the fame but I let it roll off me
They love it when I'm losin but I let it roll off me
Dirt on my name but I let it roll off me
Always keep it movin and I let it roll off me


Do it for my niggaz with letters, let′s set it off B
Cops don't protect us, protestors just get ignored B
Played out like musical theater with best support
The investors and bankers havin sex in expensive orgies
I′m rappin on the corners like Abbey, Abdul and Common
Born when they was robbin the grave at Tutankhamun
Way before Bush the USA been bombin
Cause whether ratchets or needles know the shootin ain't stoppin
Niggaz lootin, we ain′t coppin a thing
And if I'm locked in the bing, a nigga not gonna sing
I got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life on the line
What I write's so right for the time
The revelation like sight for the blind like when God cypher divine
Hand you lessons; or when you in the church havin confession
Or when you kneelin on the pew, catchin the Holy Ghost
Or the cult, so fanatic they think suicide′s the only hope (no)
They used to ask you "Who ya master?" Now they ask you "Who your pastor?"
It′s your allegiance that they truly after
They used to ask you "Who ya master?" Now they ask you "Who your pastor?"
It's your allegiance that they truly after

That make you wanna go off B
But I step back and I let it roll off me
Brooklyn, New York B, ain′t nothin soft G
Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me


Talk the talk but to walk the walk is costly
Niggaz got on they +Game+ face like Black Wall Street
Every single move I make is ballsy
Cause the shit it used to be a, silent movie now it's a talky
The Feds cheesin like Milwaukee when shit is Brew-in
When these niggaz stage a coup for the president I′m a shoo-in
But, ain't no political aspirations I′m persuin
I hate to ruin your dream but music is what I'm doin
I've touched more people in a verse than you do in 20 speeches
Whether state′s blue like the water or redder than white people on sunny beaches
Sometimes I don′t be understandin it
They looked at me and said that's why you the perfect candidate
Standin at the pulpit with a full clip
What I say real talk, turn around and walk away with your bullshit
I′m like breed, yo I ain't to be fucked with
Only write the realest, can′t lie to the public

The sharp wick cut quick, killin 'em softly
They try to take me there but you could never force me
Brooklyn, New York B, ain′t nothin soft G
Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
Flirtin with the fame but I let it roll off me
They love it when I'm losin but I let it roll off me
Dirt on my name but I let it roll off me
Always keep it movin and I let it roll off me

[Ad libs to the end]