Текст песни The Game f Busta Rhymes - Like Father, Like Son
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[The Game]June 30th, 11:07 I got that callShe eight centimeters, my lil` man `bout to fallScuffin my Air Forces, runnin through the hospital hallDeja vu, like I been here beforeI`m feelin reborn, like a Bed-Stuy breddernMy first born, Dre I`m bout to have a +Bad Boy+Family in the lobby, see my nigga Church, whattupShit, I left the camcorder in the truckRunnin through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatinI swear to God every minute`s startin to feel like a secondI see hell starin down the barrel of a Smith and WessonMy son`s ultrasound the closest I ever been to heavenLord forgive me for my sins, I know it`s last minutePut the chronic in the air, a lil` hash in itSpread my wings, if only I could flyWhy fight to live homey if we livin to die?[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]I hope you grow up to become that everything you can beThat`s all I wanted for young`n, like father, like sonFor in the end I hope you`ll only turn out better than meI hope you know I love you young`n, like father, like sonMy little man your day is co-minnnnnCo-minnnnn, your day is co-minnnnnI tell ya, and when it comes just keep it ru-ninnnnnRu-ninnnnn, just keep it ru-ninnnnn, I tell you[The Game]They say everytime somebody die, a child is bornSo I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son11:32, she screamin at the top of her lungsI`m panicking, nurse yellin for the doctor to comeAll I can remember was Lemans class, breathe babyOne (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)I see the head, Doc bustin through the doorHe between the legs, he see the head, it`s my baby boy!11:46 the head out, she screamin makin crazy noisePain is love, my stomach foldin like a La-Z-BoyI`m feelin like Mariah Carey, all these butterfliesVoices singin to me sound like Teena MarieI`m callin niggaz on tourJayo tell Spinz I just cut the umbilical cord11:57, a soldier is bornAnd he`s flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qu`ran[Chorus][The Game]I wanna thank Dr. Aswork and Nurse TeresaFor bringin my baby boy to life, you birthed a CaesarAnd my baby momma Alyska, for pushin out a ten poundfour ounce Mini-Me, I still can`t believe itNose ears eyes chin, just like your daddyI`d die before you grow up and be just like your daddyOr your grandfather; call Uncle ZebTell him I got a son and I ain`t even in HarlemI`m poppin Crist` wit`cha godfathersBarron Davis and D. Mack, Darius RodgersDrop the top on the `71With my face in the clouds, Lord spare my sonAnd watch over Erin Wright, T`yanna, and Lil` PunLowridin, bangin, "Ready to Die," track #1If I bust five times, and they never see the sunMy life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gunOne[Chorus] - 2X