歌曲 | Son of Yvonne |
歌手 | Masta Ace |
专辑 | MA DOOM:Son of Yvonne |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yeah I was born, the son of Yvonne | |
Brownsville kid that wanna be on | |
Hit the streets running be gone | |
Outside with a curfew | |
Got lessons on honesty and virtue | |
And the people that would hurt you | |
Drug addicts ex convicts | |
Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts | |
So many too many to mention | |
You can feel all the tension | |
A mom’s intervention | |
Tryina save her son from the worse fate | |
Getting home after 8 when she work late | |
Thank god for nana, I was in the control | |
In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol | |
Cause folks getting robbed on a regular | |
By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold | |
Son of Yvonne had to fight up the street | |
He’s a nice kid, but ain’t nothing sweet | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It’s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain’t wanna be born | |
But I’m glad that I’m the son of Yvonne | |
Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades | |
Couple of B’s, a C and the rest A’s | |
Not top of the class, but not nearly last | |
I beat your ass if you think you gonn barely pass | |
But all my best friends, they be ditching school | |
Every week is like a Friday ritual | |
You got a mind of your own, so let it be known | |
Son of Yvone, sharp as a kitchen tool | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It’s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain’t wanna be born | |
But I’m glad that I’m the son of Yvonne x 2 | |
I was born, son of Yvonne, | |
Grand son of...heard you rap now | |
Devon, let me hear | |
I get pissed and leave | |
Nana upstairs, make a sweet potato pie | |
Cause it’s Christmas Eve | |
Under the tree, efx racing track | |
Pick up a gift, shake it in, place it back | |
I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess | |
Next morning, open gifts, making a mess | |
Nana always sits in the same chair | |
Jackson 5 singing Rudolf the reindeer | |
In the background, I go upstairs | |
To see what Mike got, | |
Then I come back down, to enjoy all | |
Nana good cooking | |
Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking | |
Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born in bread | |
And like that quill, nana got on the bed | |
I’m a bunch of things, all sown together | |
To make one man, that will be known forever | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It’s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain’t wanna be born | |
But I’m glad that I’m the son of Yvonne x 2 |
Yeah I was born, the son of Yvonne | |
Brownsville kid that wanna be on | |
Hit the streets running be gone | |
Outside with a curfew | |
Got lessons on honesty and virtue | |
And the people that would hurt you | |
Drug addicts ex convicts | |
Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts | |
So many too many to mention | |
You can feel all the tension | |
A mom' s intervention | |
Tryina save her son from the worse fate | |
Getting home after 8 when she work late | |
Thank god for nana, I was in the control | |
In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol | |
Cause folks getting robbed on a regular | |
By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold | |
Son of Yvonne had to fight up the street | |
He' s a nice kid, but ain' t nothing sweet | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It' s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain' t wanna be born | |
But I' m glad that I' m the son of Yvonne | |
Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades | |
Couple of B' s, a C and the rest A' s | |
Not top of the class, but not nearly last | |
I beat your ass if you think you gonn barely pass | |
But all my best friends, they be ditching school | |
Every week is like a Friday ritual | |
You got a mind of your own, so let it be known | |
Son of Yvone, sharp as a kitchen tool | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It' s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain' t wanna be born | |
But I' m glad that I' m the son of Yvonne x 2 | |
I was born, son of Yvonne, | |
Grand son of... heard you rap now | |
Devon, let me hear | |
I get pissed and leave | |
Nana upstairs, make a sweet potato pie | |
Cause it' s Christmas Eve | |
Under the tree, efx racing track | |
Pick up a gift, shake it in, place it back | |
I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess | |
Next morning, open gifts, making a mess | |
Nana always sits in the same chair | |
Jackson 5 singing Rudolf the reindeer | |
In the background, I go upstairs | |
To see what Mike got, | |
Then I come back down, to enjoy all | |
Nana good cooking | |
Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking | |
Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born in bread | |
And like that quill, nana got on the bed | |
I' m a bunch of things, all sown together | |
To make one man, that will be known forever | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It' s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain' t wanna be born | |
But I' m glad that I' m the son of Yvonne x 2 |
Yeah I was born, the son of Yvonne | |
Brownsville kid that wanna be on | |
Hit the streets running be gone | |
Outside with a curfew | |
Got lessons on honesty and virtue | |
And the people that would hurt you | |
Drug addicts ex convicts | |
Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts | |
So many too many to mention | |
You can feel all the tension | |
A mom' s intervention | |
Tryina save her son from the worse fate | |
Getting home after 8 when she work late | |
Thank god for nana, I was in the control | |
In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol | |
Cause folks getting robbed on a regular | |
By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold | |
Son of Yvonne had to fight up the street | |
He' s a nice kid, but ain' t nothing sweet | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It' s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain' t wanna be born | |
But I' m glad that I' m the son of Yvonne | |
Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades | |
Couple of B' s, a C and the rest A' s | |
Not top of the class, but not nearly last | |
I beat your ass if you think you gonn barely pass | |
But all my best friends, they be ditching school | |
Every week is like a Friday ritual | |
You got a mind of your own, so let it be known | |
Son of Yvone, sharp as a kitchen tool | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It' s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain' t wanna be born | |
But I' m glad that I' m the son of Yvonne x 2 | |
I was born, son of Yvonne, | |
Grand son of... heard you rap now | |
Devon, let me hear | |
I get pissed and leave | |
Nana upstairs, make a sweet potato pie | |
Cause it' s Christmas Eve | |
Under the tree, efx racing track | |
Pick up a gift, shake it in, place it back | |
I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess | |
Next morning, open gifts, making a mess | |
Nana always sits in the same chair | |
Jackson 5 singing Rudolf the reindeer | |
In the background, I go upstairs | |
To see what Mike got, | |
Then I come back down, to enjoy all | |
Nana good cooking | |
Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking | |
Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born in bread | |
And like that quill, nana got on the bed | |
I' m a bunch of things, all sown together | |
To make one man, that will be known forever | |
All I do, I do it for you | |
It' s for all you did, when I was a kid | |
Cause his mad friends ain' t wanna be born | |
But I' m glad that I' m the son of Yvonne x 2 |