Sir Mix A Lot Lyrics - Dont Call Me Da Da lyrics

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The Mack Daddy, rippin up skirts in the back of Caddies
If +Baby Got Back+ then baby can have me
Controversy made them ban me, understand me
Girls, bringin many problems to my world
Tryin to make Mix pay for them pearls
One had a baby and its a girl *baby giggling*
I swore I had protection, got an erection
Must resist temptation
Girls flock, ride my jock
Cause a big fat Porsche went around the block (mmm)
Met a young girl named Angel
She had a big long weave Id love to mangle
So Im puttin in work, lovin tight skirts
So you know a mack poppa gotta flirt (woo!)
Room triple deuced me and baby got loose
Look at baby wiggle that big caboose
Got a little tiny waist, everythings in place
Im pacin, facin the situation
Its on, put it on tape, troop
Got a little sex now Im sittin on a lawsuit
Nine months later, little baby pops out
Blonde hair, blue eyes, with her feets in her mouth
Well that cant be me (nope)
Cause Im a nappy haired black man, dressed like a O.G.
Angels gold diggin, this girls driven
Tryin to catch Mix on slippin
Just because I get paid dont mean I get played
For the bank Ive made
And after the blood test I got proof
Your baby is cute ... but dont call me Da Da!

Dont call me Da Da!

The next story, met a young skirt, said her name was Laurie
Smoked much dank, but her life was boring
Got with Mix, now she adores me
Nasty nigga named Mix (yep)
On a tour bus with the porno flicks (mm)
Anxious cause I wanna knock boots
And I dont sleep with the girls in my group
So Mack Daddy is strollin and patrollin
Big fat bank Im holdin
Bus pulls up to the mini mart
And thats where Laurie works and my game starts
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Laurie knows nothin bout rap though
And that peeled my superstar cap, so
Ill just go back to the basics
And even that game is stiff, baby, face it
So now Laurie a nd me is headed to the ?monkey dope?
Straight gettin to the ?monkey poke?
Dip dip dip, one two three
*she moans* Cause Im a vetran, see
I kissed her cheek while Laurie was asleep
Let one more groupie use me (mm)
One year later shes tryin to creep
ON MY MONEY
But I aint the one to get played the sap (uh-uh)
When I hit the sack, big Richard is capped
Your mans a punk for leavin kids with you
The babys cute, but dont call me Da Da!

Dont call me Da Da!

Im sittin, in Long Beach Cali, eatin Popeyes chicken
Thinkin bout the next snake charmer Im hittin
Met a fly skirt, nickname was Kitten
And I start spittin,
WhassUP with the brother in the passenger seat?
Homeboy bailed cause his game was weak
And he was callin her bitch, I was callin her baby
He got the finger, I got the lady
Me and Kitten left the place quickened (yep)
Busta, you and cousin Kitten need a stickin
TO THE TEL, TO THE TEL, TO THE TEL WE RUS H
(gasp) The jimmy-hat bust
I start sweatin, conscience bettin
That Ima have to deal with bed wettin
But Ima handle this thing like a man
Settle down and bring the kid up, thats the plan
Three weeks later I get this call though
Kitten sounds happy on the telephone
She said Go on and live your life, bro,
Cause EPT said no, so dont call me Da Da!

Dont call me Da Da!

Dont call me Da Da!

Da da!

Dont call me Da Da! I aint yo daddy, baby!

Da Da!

Dont call me Da Da!