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