Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Son Of Yvonne, artist - Masta Ace. Album song Son of Yvonne, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.11.2017
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
Son Of Yvonne |
| Yeah, I was born, son of Yvonne |
| Brownsville kid that wanna be on |
| Hit the streets run an be gone |
| Outside with a curfew |
| Got lessons on honesty and virtue |
| And the people that’ll hurt you |
| Drug addicts, ex-convicts |
| Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts |
| So many too many to mention |
| You can feel all the tension |
| A mom’s intervention |
| Tryn’na save her son from the worse fate |
| Getting home after 8 when she works late |
| Thank god for nana, I was in her control |
| In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol |
| Cause folks getting robbed on a regular |
| By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold |
| Son of Yvonne had a fight up the street |
| He’s a nice kid, but ain’t nothing sweet |
| All I do, I do it for you |
| It’s for all you did, when I was a kid |
| Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born |
| But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne |
| Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades |
| Couple of B’s, a C and the rest A’s |
| Not top of the class, but not nearly last |
| I beat your ass if you think you gon' barely pass |
| But all my best friends, they be ditching school |
| Every week is like a Friday ritual |
| You got a mind of your own, so let it be known |
| Son of Yvonne, sharp as a kitchen tool |
| All I do, I do it for you |
| It’s for all you did, when I was a kid |
| Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born |
| But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne |
| All I do, I do it for you |
| It’s for all you did, when I was a kid |
| Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born |
| But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne |
| I was born, son of Yvonne |
| Grand son of Ethie Claire |
| Heard you rap now |
| Duval, let me hear |
| I get pissed and leave |
| Nana upstairs, making sweet potato pie |
| Cause it’s Christmas Eve |
| Under the tree, afx racing track |
| Pick up a gift, shake it, then place it back |
| I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess |
| Next morning, open gifts, making a mess |
| Nana always sits in the same chair |
| Jackson 5, singing Rudolf the reindeer |
| In the background, I go upstairs |
| To see what Mike got |
| Then I come back down, to enjoy all |
| Nana good cooking |
| Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking |
| Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born and bread |
| And like that quilt, nana got on the bed |
| I’m a bunch of things, all sown together |
| To make one man, that’ll be known forever |
| All I do, I do it for you |
| It’s for all you did, when I was a kid |
| Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born |
| But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne |
| All I do, I do it for you |
| It’s for all you did, when I was a kid |
| Cause there’s mad friends ain’t wanna be born |
| But I’m glad to be the son of Yvonne |