D12 - Just Like U
Track 3 on D12 World
Produced by Unknown
Just Like U Lyrics
Daddy?
[ Chorus ] x4
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up. Yes I do
[ Verse 1 ] [ Bizarre ]
Son, you don’t wanna be just like your daddy
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers
Shot’s in your ass, catchin diseases
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth
I can’t help it, my group’s D12
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop
I fuck 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
Matta fact slap your sister, she’s a slut
Don’t you realize Bizarre don’t give a fuck? (Hahaha)
[ Chorus ] x4
[ Verse 2 ] [ Bizarre ]
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 playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin (Damn)
You’re my son, I’m trynna teach you sumptin
You’re eight years old? It’s time to start fuckin
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice (Hahaha)
[ Chorus ] x8
[ Outro ] [ Bizarre ]
All I do is pop pills and stay high
Tell them bitches to suck a dick
Aha! I’m a male, yeah
Motherfuckin role model
Hi-Tek