Big Daddy Kane - Calling Mr. Welfare

Well hey, you know that lady on the top floor of my buildin'?
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 drug dealer from around the way
Slingin' rocks, makin' 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
Havin' 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 playin 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 somethin' like this

Hey, if you think that suck, bust this
Another little story as I reminisce
about an old friend of mine that was livin' out of order
Makin' money like water (ill-egal?) Yeah, sorta
He sold drugs 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 gettin' paid
He chose his own lifestyle to live it was negative
but his own prerogative
Makin' cash to flash and stash in half the trash
The cops made the dash (sufferin' 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
(Huh, 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 yeah, he's callin' 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, Trix are for kids!
So when you sat on the corner with a 40 ounce
talkin' bout what tup? 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, fuck bein' a scholar
That's why your report card's through
Like a BizMark beat, it reads eww-eww-eww-eww-eww!
So now you wanna wake up and smell the coffee?
Lookin' for a helpin' 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, tryin' to make it alone
No food or home, chewin' on a meaty bone
So what's to do since the cupboard is bare?
Brring brring! Call on Mr. Welfare

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 learnin'
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!
Yeahs!

Written by:
HARDY

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