Daddy’s Home

Intro: Big Daddy Kane



"You know daddy's home.."

Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action

Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time

"You know daddy's home.."

Uh-huh, now dig this here right

Now I can remember one time I said

"It's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up)

What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-four

As I continue to give you more

"You know daddy's home.."

This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one time

Uhh, and I go, and I go

"You know daddy's home.."






Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huh

A Brooklyn nigga representin the East y'all, come follow me now

I get down for my crown with new found wreck

And bring the noise like I'm comin to soundcheck

The stage is clear for me to rock it

So I snatch the mic like a Brooklyn nigga does a pocket

Clear the throat, to perform the art

To treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apart

Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say

To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes

If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her

Cause I've been watchin her more, then a Korean store owner

(Whoo!) Mack man number one, you know how I move

You'd think that I'd be shavin my rhymes, cause they'd be so smooth

Mr. Wonderful and all of that gun to pull shit

That you be talkin nigga don't even run the bull

Cause if I roll on you kid, I do the body rude

Like the cops did on ummmmmm.. that Rodney dude

Peep it!



Chorus: repeat 4X (except last line 4th time)



"welcome to a new Terrordome

When I come to roam you know daddy's home.."

Watch out now!






Just like Sylvester it's still on, get it?

Still, on, fukkit, let's move along

I rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplock

To get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-top

The kid got, to get hot, you thought that I would flip-flop

Or drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. I did not!

They say, "Kane you're old school out here!"

I said, "I guess I got left back, cause I ain't goin nowhere"

The Kane will remain in this domain

To reign again when I entertain

Cause when it comes to lyrics, I got plenty black

I'm so god damn dope, I sell rhymes in a twenty sack

The microphone pusher man but not drug related

Hip-Hop orientated, keepin you captivated

Mr. Cee cuts, I linger through em, Larry is singin to em

And oh me, I just bring it to em



Chorus *fades out*