Dont Cry - The Game
Artist : “The Game”
Song title : “Dont Cry”
Download MP3 : The Game - Dont Cry .mp3
Download Video : The Game - Dont Cry
feat blue chip
Intro/chorus - sample
-dont cry 5x dont
-dont cry 5x dont
The game
Amayah wake up baby
I know youre sleepin
But daddys home now
Pictures gettin old
My lil girl lookin grown now
Your moms said youre 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 im 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 aint no dad nigga
Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms
Thats another topic
Aint no whip in this world with a price you cant cop it
Stop it
Press rewind
You didnt hear me right
Its a lesson to the song
Im tryin to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home
Never sing that sad song
dont cry
Chorus
The game
Huh daddy aint gon preach to you
Ima let your moms school you
Dont let the streets fool you
Streetsll do you
Thats why im 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 youre my flower
Blue chip
If its ice you can get that
Model chicks hit that
Never stress about the downfalls just bout the getback
The game
And i aint sayin sex is wrong
Just make sure he strap a condom on
And never
Ever do it in your mothers home
Blue chip
Yeah
Never call a girl a bitch
Show respect
Son pop ya collar
Aint nothin free
Scrape and lock every dollar
The game
And i will leave you with this
My lil angel
Daddy loves you
How id 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