- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jordan
- Steven A./ward
- Omonte Delacy/gibson
- Reggie
 
- See also:
Saafir - Watch How Daddy Ball lyrics
F/ Cam
 Intro:
 Can I talk to yall for a minute
 See the game has become a lil twisted
 See u gotta cat like me imma east coast playa
 Str8 from up state
 Then you got my man Cam he a west coast playa
 Then you got my homey saafir..se he a westsiiiiderrr!!
 And we get down like dis
 Cam:
 You See I'm standing strong
 But still don't wanna break no bread
 Now yall gonna think I'm wrong when I start going up side your head
 Str8 left you for dead
 And that's the reason why
 I still be riding on these Niggaz like giddyup horsey ride
 I'mon the wind on my saddle
 Bout to herd up some cattle
 Cut the head of a snake and save the rattle
 You willing to battle
 Partna but you fail to see you losing the war
 I stand up for what I believe in not leaving enough to score
 Bet to show that yall can't ignore my rep for making people shout
 Whether popping they ass on stage..or socking they ass on out
 I'm like Luke on this money..don't stop!
 Get it Get it..down south they bout it! bout it!
 But out west we Widdit Widdit
 If you fools admit it
 Maybe you wouldn't be on the ground
 And everything would be OK I wouldn't have to lay u you down
 Yall haters aint doing me no harm I'm still rich
 Just like Old Macdonald on his farm.bia bia ittch!
 Chorus:
 Niggaz be hating me constantly plotting downfall
 But I aint scared of none of Yall 
 Watch how daddy ball 
 "I aint scared of none of yall watch how daddy ball" too short (3X)
 Saafir:
 Now watch how daddy ball on all of yall
 While yall plotting for my downfallSaafir - Watch How Daddy Ball - http://motolyrics.com/saafir/watch-how-daddy-ball-lyrics.html
 Always gotta watch my back around yall
 When I touch the turf, everybody slow down
 Shit is getting worse, cuz aint no money in the town
 For what it's worth, I have to give my hustle a rebirth
 Research another circuit, so I can really work it
 I'm sick of sending ripples down the stream of ounces
 In order to triple my scratch on the scheme of things I'm bouncing'
 Outta town to get mined fuck these mousetraps
 Niggaz fighting over cheese like rats
 My whole family is against me, pullin out gats, what type of shit is that?
 You got me strapped with a tight grip, 
 When I'm around fools they tight lipped
 But want to jaw jack me to death around a tight bitch
 I know the script but while you stuck on some town shit
 I be ballin nationwide bound bitch!
Chorus (3X)
Saafir:
 One year later with from inflated plan
 Just me and my man, touching back down in the town
 But in the background, wishing into whispering
 He's back! With all the scratch and all the contact
 Now what Yall lack contracts mackin the gats (I got that)?
 See I'm mobbing with a permanent plan, you say he came up quick (damn)
 While you still on the corner standing in quick sand
 You think you know what time it is, but your hourglass 
 Let the hour pass right by you
 Why fool? You should have taken more than an hourglass in high school
 Instead of snorting dog coughing wit your tweaking ass
 I speak fast, stick a move in and out
 Now I'm the man with all the clout
 Nothing but big shit, mobbing in big ass whips
 Own big ships, floating on big battle ships
 Fuck a yacht,I'm trynna own a block like the Jewish
 Watch how daddy ball this year Saafir knew it!
Imma tell yall one more time..listen!
Chorus (3X)
(fades)You can't get me..you can't get my crew









