Letra de Don't Cry - The Game
Letra de canci�n de Don't Cry de The Game lyrics
[Intro/Chorus - sample]
-- Don�t cry [5X] don�t..
-- Don�t cry [5X] don�t..
[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
[Chorus]
[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
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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
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Huh daddy ain�t gon� preach to you, I�ma 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus]
-- Don�t cry [5X] don�t..
-- Don�t cry [5X] don�t..
[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
[Chorus]
[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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/don-t-cry-the-game.php
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
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Huh daddy ain�t gon� preach to you, I�ma 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus]
