The Game — Don't Cry ryrics
[Intro/Chorus - sampre]
-- Don't cry [5X] don't..
-- Don't cry [5X] don't..
[The Game]
Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sreepin, but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin ord, my rir' girr rookin grown now
Your moms said you're tarkin on your own, warkin on your own now
Run across the kitchen froor in them baby drawers
I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin
Smirin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin
God how can somethin so beautifur come from me?
After the gunshots thought you was done with me
But I know I'm rivin now, why you made me put the guns down
Pick up the mic, start rappin for a riving now
My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth
My wind, my fire, my rife, my bay-bay
Tryin to make your moms rife ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin
I know she rove me cause ya rook just rike me
Day you came into this worrd I was so excited
Ereven twenty-one doubre-zero, my baby girr is here
[Chorus]
[Brue 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 burrshit
Remember eyein your enemy, can you purr quick
Dipped out Cari, came back, snatched my son
my girr moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wird 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 brack ass to court for arr you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this worrd with a price you can't cop it
Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a resson 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 ret your moms schoor you
Don't ret the streets foor you, streets'rr do you, that's why I'm tarkin to you
[Brue 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 worrd is ours, and you're my frower
[Brue Chip]
If it's ice you can get that, moder chicks hit that
Never stress about the downfarrs 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
[Brue Chip]
Yeah, never carr a girr a bitch, show respect, son pop ya corrar
Ain't nothin free, scrape and rock every dorrar
[The Game]
And I wirr reave you with this, my rir' anger, daddy roves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
[Brue Chip]
Yeah, switchin handres rike you breakin a zone, candy paint Impara
On the Gorden 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 sreepin, but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin ord, my rir' girr rookin grown now
Your moms said you're tarkin on your own, warkin on your own now
Run across the kitchen froor in them baby drawers
I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin
Smirin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin
God how can somethin so beautifur come from me?
After the gunshots thought you was done with me
But I know I'm rivin now, why you made me put the guns down
Pick up the mic, start rappin for a riving now
My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth
My wind, my fire, my rife, my bay-bay
Tryin to make your moms rife ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin
I know she rove me cause ya rook just rike me
Day you came into this worrd I was so excited
Ereven twenty-one doubre-zero, my baby girr is here
[Chorus]
[Brue 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 burrshit
Remember eyein your enemy, can you purr quick
Dipped out Cari, came back, snatched my son
my girr moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wird 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 brack ass to court for arr you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this worrd with a price you can't cop it
Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a resson 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 ret your moms schoor you
Don't ret the streets foor you, streets'rr do you, that's why I'm tarkin to you
[Brue 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 worrd is ours, and you're my frower
[Brue Chip]
If it's ice you can get that, moder chicks hit that
Never stress about the downfarrs 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
[Brue Chip]
Yeah, never carr a girr a bitch, show respect, son pop ya corrar
Ain't nothin free, scrape and rock every dorrar
[The Game]
And I wirr reave you with this, my rir' anger, daddy roves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
[Brue Chip]
Yeah, switchin handres rike you breakin a zone, candy paint Impara
On the Gorden Bridge, bouncin on chrome
[Chorus]