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Nick Cannon Your Pops Don't Like Me (I Really Don't Like This Dude) Lyrics

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Oh, females dads be trippin’ for real
I mean, I’m a player with mine, right
And see what had happened was
I was hollerin’ at this chick in front of the 99 cent
store
Well, here’s the whole story


She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week
At the mall, cute feet with the baby phat fleece
She paged me to come over tomorrow
So I smashed in the crib, bumpin’, camron {Oh,
boy}
With the doo rag on {Yo’, boy}
When she sang that song she turnin’ me on
If would have known her pops was home
Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the
phone
But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin’
Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks
Rang dang when he came with the questions
Boy, you were young and how goin’ for the Lexus
I’m sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records
Nah, once again, I ain’t got a jail record
It’s Nick Cannon, the cat you ain’t used to
The Rapper, actor, comedienne/producer


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)


When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they
stilettos
6-7-8 wanna make us wait
They wanna date, gotta ask pops
You a grown woman, all that need to stop
At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not
You daddy’s little girl that he love a lot
Well, he don’t know about that tat you got, huh
Nah, I’m playin’ I’m just whillin’
Shorty we should probably hooked up
Probably teach you how to move in those ???
Cut to the next day and a half
Called the crib and your dad hung up on my a**


Is it ‘cause of the block, ma (He don’t like me)
Or is the watch, ma (He don’t like me)
‘Cause I’m pushin’ a drop, ma (He don’t like me, like
me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)


Is it ‘cause I make more money than him
t.v show, those films ain’t funny to him
Or is it ‘cause I keep the block hot with monnie and
nem'
Rims, inches on my Benz, yeah, 20 of them
Now I’mma fullback gettin’ the win
Last time I called back, he picked up again
don't know if u saw that, my devilish grin
Lettin’ you know that the young Black Elvis is in
I ain’t stuntin’ your pops, yo’, I ain’t frontin’ your
pops
Gonna have me straight hunnin’ your pops, nah
Don’t wanna Roy Jones your pops
Left, right, uppercut, knock out your pops
Close the door, lock out your pops
We on a roll now, sugar, I ain’t ‘bout to stop
Don’t care if he try to kick me out your house
Do you understand the words that are comin’ out of my
mouth


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)


Is it ‘cause I’m handsome (He don’t like me)
Keep the ladies dancin’ (He don’t like me)
‘Cause my house is a mansion (He don’t like me, like
me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)


Is it ‘cause of the corn rolls (He don’t like me)
Or is it my hormones (He don’t like me)
The Gs and the bank roll (He don’t like me, like me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don’t like me)
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don’t like me)
I don’t really like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter


I don’t really like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me


Thanks to Shadae Moss for submitting Your Pops Don't Like Me (I Really Don't Like This Dude) Lyrics.



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