Baby Girl

[Wiley:] Shes my baby girl and she relies on me,
Loves me too much, wont hide from me,
She knows its **** -
Ive got too many flies on me,
Got spies on me, thats why
I had the blacks do a nine on me,
And one day, shell be on the grind like me,
Doin music, spittin on the hype like me,
Eskigirl sprayin on the stage like me,
The first beats she makes will be
Snowman Remix,
She can make beats like me,
And when I play
Stormy Weather she gets mad,
Put on a screw-face just like me,
So I know shes got it, the gift
I possess,
Avoid the street mess and stay close to me,
Cause moneys the key,
I run around freely gettin it,
Just so me and you eat, [Chorus:]
Shes daddys little gal...
Daddys little gal...
She knows
Daddy aint washed up yet,
Cause Im livin in the studio, lost, upset,
When I find myself after all this music,
Ill be watching her performin her set;
She might wanna be a nurse or a vet,
But Ill lop that off cause musics best;
I cruise for the press like, whos gonna make an album this good?
Daddy - yes;
Hes the best and its two-six now,
Still no-ones testin, most man are resting,
I cant rest cause youre seven months right now
And I get a big pain in my chest
If I dont see you,
Ive gotta ring up and check,
But one day, well recieve a big cheque,
And fly round the world,
Ill show you revision,
All I want in return is respect, [Chorus]
Yo. .. And she loves
Dada, theres no-one above
Dada, Dada stands for
Big Dada,
Its my duty,
Im back with a banger,
Im a real striker, not a goal-hanger,
Youll soon see
Leah on a stage-show banner,
Leah, this moneys too good by the hour,
And it pays by the minute, live
PA, thats why
Im in it,
See I love money like
Nana and Raymond,
Patrick and
Macca, Them man showed me how to be a stacker,
And now Ive gotta show you, school you, throw you in the deep end,
Cause the worlds gettin madder,
When you get old the streets will get badder,
Thats why youve gotta climb the musical ladder,
She wont get clouded, just in the manor,
I aint sad,
Im happy
I had her. [Chorus]