dont cry 歌词
| 歌曲 | dont cry |
| 歌手 | The Game |
| 专辑 | Untold story(Chopped and screwed) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Don't cry | |
| Don't cry | |
| Don't cry | |
| Don't cry | |
| Don't cry | |
| Don't... | |
| [Verse 1: The Game] | |
| Amayah wake up baby | |
| I know you're sleepin, but daddy's home now | |
| Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now | |
| Your moms said you're talkin on your own, walkin on your own now | |
| Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers | |
| I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin | |
| Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin | |
| God how can somethin so beautiful come from me? | |
| After the gunshots thought you was done with me | |
| But I know I'm livin now, why you made me put the guns down | |
| Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now | |
| My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth | |
| My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay | |
| Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin | |
| I know she love me cause ya look just like me | |
| Day you came into this world I was so excited | |
| Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here | |
| [Hook ×2] | |
| [Verse 2: Blue Chip] | |
| Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you | |
| And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true | |
| Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit | |
| Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick | |
| Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son | |
| My girl moms and I moved out Maui | |
| Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard | |
| Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar | |
| Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga | |
| Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga | |
| You see me and your moms, that's another topic | |
| Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it | |
| Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right | |
| It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin to steer you right | |
| Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home | |
| Never sing that sad song, don't cry | |
| [Hook ×2] | |
| [Verse 2: The Game & Blue Chip] | |
| [Game] | |
| Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you, I'mma let your moms school you | |
| Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin to you | |
| [Blue Chip] | |
| Yeah, you see these niggas out here, have you stressin by the hour | |
| Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards | |
| [The Game] | |
| Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together | |
| The world is ours, and you're my flower | |
| [Blue Chip] | |
| If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that | |
| Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback | |
| [The Game] | |
| And I ain't sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on | |
| And never, ever do it in your mother's home | |
| [Blue Chip] | |
| Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar | |
| Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar | |
| [The Game] | |
| And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you | |
| How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you | |
| [Blue Chip] | |
| Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala | |
| On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome | |
| [Hook ×2] |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t... | |
| Verse 1: The Game | |
| Amayah wake up baby | |
| I know you' re sleepin, but daddy' s home now | |
| Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now | |
| Your moms said you' re talkin on your own, walkin on your own now | |
| Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers | |
| I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin | |
| Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin | |
| God how can somethin so beautiful come from me? | |
| After the gunshots thought you was done with me | |
| But I know I' m livin now, why you made me put the guns down | |
| Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now | |
| My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth | |
| My wind, my fire, my life, my baybay | |
| Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin | |
| I know she love me cause ya look just like me | |
| Day you came into this world I was so excited | |
| Eleven twentyone doublezero, my baby girl is here | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Verse 2: Blue Chip | |
| Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you | |
| And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true | |
| Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit | |
| Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick | |
| Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son | |
| My girl moms and I moved out Maui | |
| Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard | |
| Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar | |
| Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain' t no dad nigga | |
| Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga | |
| You see me and your moms, that' s another topic | |
| Ain' t no whip in this world with a price you can' t cop it | |
| Stop it, press rewind, you didn' t hear me right | |
| It' s a lesson to the song, I' m tryin to steer you right | |
| Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home | |
| Never sing that sad song, don' t cry | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Verse 2: The Game Blue Chip | |
| Game | |
| Huh daddy ain' t gon' preach to you, I' mma let your moms school you | |
| Don' t let the streets fool you, streets' ll do you, that' s why I' m talkin to you | |
| Blue Chip | |
| Yeah, you see these niggas out here, have you stressin by the hour | |
| Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards | |
| The Game | |
| Some days sweet, and some sour but we gon' make it together | |
| The world is ours, and you' re my flower | |
| Blue Chip | |
| If it' s ice you can get that, model chicks hit that | |
| Never stress about the downfalls just ' bout the getback | |
| The Game | |
| And I ain' t sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on | |
| And never, ever do it in your mother' s home | |
| Blue Chip | |
| Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar | |
| Ain' t nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar | |
| The Game | |
| And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you | |
| How I' d die for you, cry for you, ride for you | |
| Blue Chip | |
| Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala | |
| On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome | |
| Hook 2 |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t cry | |
| Don' t... | |
| Verse 1: The Game | |
| Amayah wake up baby | |
| I know you' re sleepin, but daddy' s home now | |
| Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now | |
| Your moms said you' re talkin on your own, walkin on your own now | |
| Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers | |
| I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin | |
| Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin | |
| God how can somethin so beautiful come from me? | |
| After the gunshots thought you was done with me | |
| But I know I' m livin now, why you made me put the guns down | |
| Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now | |
| My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth | |
| My wind, my fire, my life, my baybay | |
| Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin | |
| I know she love me cause ya look just like me | |
| Day you came into this world I was so excited | |
| Eleven twentyone doublezero, my baby girl is here | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Verse 2: Blue Chip | |
| Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you | |
| And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true | |
| Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit | |
| Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick | |
| Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son | |
| My girl moms and I moved out Maui | |
| Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard | |
| Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar | |
| Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain' t no dad nigga | |
| Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga | |
| You see me and your moms, that' s another topic | |
| Ain' t no whip in this world with a price you can' t cop it | |
| Stop it, press rewind, you didn' t hear me right | |
| It' s a lesson to the song, I' m tryin to steer you right | |
| Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home | |
| Never sing that sad song, don' t cry | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Verse 2: The Game Blue Chip | |
| Game | |
| Huh daddy ain' t gon' preach to you, I' mma let your moms school you | |
| Don' t let the streets fool you, streets' ll do you, that' s why I' m talkin to you | |
| Blue Chip | |
| Yeah, you see these niggas out here, have you stressin by the hour | |
| Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards | |
| The Game | |
| Some days sweet, and some sour but we gon' make it together | |
| The world is ours, and you' re my flower | |
| Blue Chip | |
| If it' s ice you can get that, model chicks hit that | |
| Never stress about the downfalls just ' bout the getback | |
| The Game | |
| And I ain' t sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on | |
| And never, ever do it in your mother' s home | |
| Blue Chip | |
| Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar | |
| Ain' t nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar | |
| The Game | |
| And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you | |
| How I' d die for you, cry for you, ride for you | |
| Blue Chip | |
| Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala | |
| On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome | |
| Hook 2 |
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