Outlaws (go 'head) in this
Makaveli the don up in this
No doubt
Death Row, Makaveli the don
You could call me daddy
I'll be your daddy
That's right just like daddy
For the ladies

Come with me any time you roll
Dedicate slow jams on the radio
I know you're happy, I could feel your passion
Lookin out for ya just like daddy
Come on
Sunshine turns to rain
Baby I could take away your pain
If ya trust me
Close your eyes and feel the magic
Never leave when ya need me
I'll do ya just like daddy

I met her when she was young
Her real daddy died when she was younger
Here mom let her do what she please
Said no one loved her
Her eyes shining Love A diamond in the rough
The kind that you could love
Not yet touched but so much potential
Youngster, let me guide your mental into a place
Where sourness and pain you'll never taste
By god's grace you was born with that face
Nothin but pure beauty
So for an eternity I feel it's my duty to be a soulja
Yeah, baby, got plans to mold ya
And the coldest nights is when I hold ya
Like I'm supposed to
As we grow closer, I'll take you hand gladly
Anything you need, ask me
Spoil my baby girl just like daddy

To alliviate the stress spendin time wit you
I feel blessed When you gone, feel the pain so strong deep in my chest
When I got arrested, came so close to goin to jail
Flowin blows at the po-po, breakin the nails
Screamin loud, goin all out Damn, I did it
You stay locked down at mom's house, watchin the kids
Through the whole ? in the VI I see ya daily
When my fake homies try to fuck you, you run and tell me
That's why I stay committed I thank god every time I hit it
Hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted
Me and you against the world We untouchable
Screamin like you're dying every time I'm fuckin you
You never had a father or a family
But I'll be there No need to fear so much insanity
And through the years I know you gave me your heart and plus
When I'm dirt broke and fucked up, ya still love me

~Chorus repeats~

Boo, would ya die for me? Down holdin my pistol Gettin high wit me
Sounds tougher than bristols But when you cry, I be your tissue
Back in the county writin letters how I miss you
Givin you credit, apologetic how I dissed you
Cuz you fore thinkin like a minor and on a level of this some time
Of daddy ready to wine ya and dine you Lace ya for totin vagina
and still be right behind ya True
Like me and you, no tellin what we could do
Gettin high between the sheets Put the shit right here, discreet
Puttin hickeys on your belly while we fuckin on the beach
I love it when you run up and grab me
I feel for ya badly Baby girl, just like daddy

Surely, I lend my hand out to help your lost soul
Lookin for shelter on a late night Accept it:
Treat your girl don't disrespect her
My age is young Out of place, bitch Callin daisies done
From a tripsy to a missy Ya know I raised ya hon
Placed her under my wing, showed ya how we swing
Now she rollin blunts for a king One they label Thug Mrs
The essence of my ghetto sisters Hugs and kisses
This is for me to me to be a father figure

~Chorus repeats~

Throw your hands up
Put your hands up
Where my siters?
Where my sisters at?
Throw yor hands in the air
Outlawz in this motha fucka
No doubt
Kadafi Hussein Makaveli Napoleon Norman
Idy Kastro Camilion Storm
Put your hands in the motha fuckin air