Calling Mr. Welfare - Big Daddy Kane

Calling Mr. Welfare - Big Daddy Kane
Written by：Al Jackson/Antonio Hardy/Booker T. Jones/Duck Dunn/Steve Cropper
Yo whassup big daddy
Aiyyo whassup red alert I'm chilling duke
Yo do me a favor man please tell me
About these big ol bubblehead girls out here
Well hey you know that lady on the top floor of my building
The heavyset one with about ten children
You may remember her as a slim honey
When her man name was pimp daddy hustler stack money
A big time ** dealer from around the way
Slinging rocks making g's everyday
He drove a big fat Mercedes Benz
And even bought her a car to perpetrate for her friends
It was a brand new jag with the spoiler and rag
And the girl was a nag cause all she did was just brag
I mean bad we know your coat cost a lot
You didn't have to leave on the price tag
And count the times her stomach got plump
Having baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame y'all know the name of the game
Pimp daddy's wanted as he maxes and relaxes
She can't even sue for money pushers don't pay taxes
So what's to do oh yeah
To feed ten mouths she had to call on Mr. welfare
What Mr. welfare
Man they playing high post with low income
Check this out when y'all go around to the corner
Y'all gonna check out another episode
Go like something like this
Hey if you think that suck bust this
Another little story as I reminisce
About an old friend of mine that was living out of order
Makin money like water ill egal yeah sorta
He sold *** and robbed a lot of people
But in these days and times who lives illegal
It's all about who knows the trade
And who am I to knock him homeboy was getting paid
He chose his own lifestyle to live it was negative
But his own prerogative
Making cash to flash and stash in half the trash
The cops made the dash suffering succotash
Because he had to do ten in the pen
And then begin again to apprehend huh
But what's lost is lost the reign is over
Huhhh see ya nice to know ya
Money no longer can he collect it
Can't even get a job cause he got a jail record
So what's left no hopes of a career
So yeahhh he's calling Mr. welfare
Mr. big daddy Kane
They don't know what time it is about Mr. welfare
Do me a favor open up your book to page fifteen
At the top and read it off like this
Here's a story of a guy who had to cop out his life
For bein a high school dropout
In the ninth grade he wanted to get paid
But now the young brother needs government aid
Because in his past he decided to cut class
And run in the streets to make ends meet
No shame in the game of his
But silly rabbit tix are for kids
So when you sat on the corner with a 40 ounce
Talking bout whattup can't even pronounce
Your words correct now in retrospect
That's a shame but in '89 who gives a heck
There's no type of path to follow
It's all about a dollar f**k being a scholar
That's why your report card's through
Like a Bismarck beat it reads eww eww eww eww eww
So now you wanna wake up and smell the coffee
Looking for a helping hand but get off me
I tried to tell you the deal last summer
Stay in school and get yourself a diploma
Now you're on your own trying to make it alone
No food or home chewing on a meaty bone
So what's to do since the cupboard is bare
Bring bring call on Mr. welfare
Yo Kane that's the story about my man Mr. welfare huh
Yo like chuck d said how low can you go
If she go any lower she gonna have a personal problem
Yo my man mister cee cut it up money
We eh el el el el el elllllllfare c'mon
Yeah Mr. welfare
He on some new stuff what what is it
He all new and improved
Right yeah like that old bug out stuff
This guy is he alright or what
I think he on a mission with no kind of learning
You know what big daddy Kane
We gonna have to take care of this matter
Mister cee go ahead cut it up
My man big daddy Kane gonna see about my man Mr. welfare alright
Places to go people to see things to do
And you know what else to get see ya