Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daughters, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Daughters |
| Check it out |
| I call it, yeah, yeah |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| For my brothers with daughters |
| I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age |
| Who locked up, first I regretted it, then caught my rage |
| Like, how could I not protect her from this awful phase? |
| Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised |
| Like a princess, but while I’m on stage I can’t leave her defenseless |
| Plus she’s seen me switchin' women, Pops was on some pimp shit |
| She heard stories of her daddy thuggin' |
| So if her husband is a gangster, can’t be mad, I’ll love him |
| Never, for her I want better, homie in jail — dead that |
| Wait 'til he come home, you can see where his head’s at |
| Niggas got game, they be tryna live |
| He seen your Mama crib, plus I’m sure he know who your father is |
| Although you real, plus a honest kid |
| Don’t think I’m slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit |
| You seventeen, I got a problem with it |
| She looked at me like I’m not the cleanest father figure |
| But she rockin' with it |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| Not sayin' that our sons are less important |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| Not sayin' that our sons are less important |
| This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig |
| This social network said: «Nas, go and get your kid!» |
| She’s on Twitter, I know she ain’t gon' post no pic |
| Of herself underdressed — no inappropriate shit, right? |
| Her mother cried when she answered |
| Said she don’t know what got inside this child’s mind, she planted |
| A box of condoms on her dresser, then she Instagram’d it |
| At this point I realized I ain’t the strictest parent |
| I’m too loose, I’m too cool with her |
| Should’ve drove more time to school with her |
| I thought I dropped enough jewels on her |
| Took her from private school, so she can get a balance |
| To public school, they’re too nurture teen talents |
| They grow fast, one day she’s your little princess |
| Next day she’s talkin' boy business — what is this? |
| They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world |
| God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| Not sayin' that our sons are less important |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| For my brothers with daughters, I call this |
| Not sayin' that our sons are less important |
| And I ain’t tryin' to mess your thing up |
| But I just wanna see you dream up |
| I finally understand |
| It ain’t easy to raise a girl as a single man |
| Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons |
| How fathers feel for they daughters |
| When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa |
| When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off |
| ‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters |
| Love |