Oxydol by Dayton Family Lyrics
[Verse 1: Shoestring]
This is for the ladies that want they hair-dos and they nails done
Jackie had a baby and claimin' it my son
Callin' me off the phone tellin' me about the pain she's havin'
Well why you callin' me? You shoulda called Kevin
Cause he's the one you call when you need a shoulder to lean on
It's 1993 and now you want me to put a ring on?
You askin' me to buy you court and give you money, you must be crazy
You callin' my moms and pops and tellin' 'em about they grand babies
As I reminisce and take a puff from the Buddha cess
You got me payin' child support and I ain't even seen a blood test
Women with this type of behavior they not ladies
Here's a situation: my momma's baby, daddy's maybe
When I was down and out you went the other direction
Your bellies gettin big cause you share my love and affection
You still come around 'tryna tell me its my kid
Your life is gettin' smaller and your face is gettin' big
You steady gainin' weight you need to lose it and ya lost it
Kevin grabbed your booty and he loved it and he tossed it
So don't come my way, cause you ain't never been my lady
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
[Chorus: Shoestring]
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
What's wrong with the women in America?
You got dollars, the sacks wanna stare at ya
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
[Verse 2: Bootleg]
So Wanda had a baby now she shady 'tryna fade me for the money
They say sonny, she complains her baby nose is runny
Pressin' me for child support don't run them games I'll lie awake
My baby head back in first now my baby wants backpay
What's up with the women of the world? they shakin' and fakin'
'Tryna new jack swing my new jack swing
Keeps breakin' to the bank, to the bank, I was goin' to the bank
It's a menstrual cycle, buy some diapers kinda day
Yo tales from the crypts I got a vampire in my bed
'Tryna suck the blood out my wallet but that's dead
I'm 20 havin' plenty, got my bank account still billin'
I thought I shot her up but Robin Givens is still livin'
I'm paranoid like Chuck D sittin' in a cold sweat
You got me all in debt, we lost more money the day we met
I'm runnin' out of patience and gas and I'm drivin' fast
Pimpin' me for cash, buyin' cures for diaper rash
I made and you hate it Ira Dorsey's a public figure
You ?? cause you's a first class gold digger
Your gucci and your coochie got you actin' so shady
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
[Chorus: Shoestring]
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
What's wrong with the women in America?
You got dollars, the sacks wanna stare at ya
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
This is for the ladies that want they hair-dos and they nails done
Jackie had a baby and claimin' it my son
Callin' me off the phone tellin' me about the pain she's havin'
Well why you callin' me? You shoulda called Kevin
Cause he's the one you call when you need a shoulder to lean on
It's 1993 and now you want me to put a ring on?
You askin' me to buy you court and give you money, you must be crazy
You callin' my moms and pops and tellin' 'em about they grand babies
As I reminisce and take a puff from the Buddha cess
You got me payin' child support and I ain't even seen a blood test
Women with this type of behavior they not ladies
Here's a situation: my momma's baby, daddy's maybe
When I was down and out you went the other direction
Your bellies gettin big cause you share my love and affection
You still come around 'tryna tell me its my kid
Your life is gettin' smaller and your face is gettin' big
You steady gainin' weight you need to lose it and ya lost it
Kevin grabbed your booty and he loved it and he tossed it
So don't come my way, cause you ain't never been my lady
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
[Chorus: Shoestring]
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
What's wrong with the women in America?
You got dollars, the sacks wanna stare at ya
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
[Verse 2: Bootleg]
So Wanda had a baby now she shady 'tryna fade me for the money
They say sonny, she complains her baby nose is runny
Pressin' me for child support don't run them games I'll lie awake
My baby head back in first now my baby wants backpay
What's up with the women of the world? they shakin' and fakin'
'Tryna new jack swing my new jack swing
Keeps breakin' to the bank, to the bank, I was goin' to the bank
It's a menstrual cycle, buy some diapers kinda day
Yo tales from the crypts I got a vampire in my bed
'Tryna suck the blood out my wallet but that's dead
I'm 20 havin' plenty, got my bank account still billin'
I thought I shot her up but Robin Givens is still livin'
I'm paranoid like Chuck D sittin' in a cold sweat
You got me all in debt, we lost more money the day we met
I'm runnin' out of patience and gas and I'm drivin' fast
Pimpin' me for cash, buyin' cures for diaper rash
I made and you hate it Ira Dorsey's a public figure
You ?? cause you's a first class gold digger
Your gucci and your coochie got you actin' so shady
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
[Chorus: Shoestring]
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me
What's wrong with the women in America?
You got dollars, the sacks wanna stare at ya
You tellin' my mother about my baby you must be crazy
You could wash me out in oxydol and still couldn't fade me