Your Pops Don't Like Me - Nick Cannon

Oh, females dads be trippin' for real 
I mean, I'm a player with ma, 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 fat booty 
She paged me to come over the mall 
So I smashed in the crib, bumpin', can't walk {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 knowin' 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 rockin' 
Shorty ?? 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 blunt, ma (He don'