Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Cry (studio), artist - The Game. Date of issue: 12.11.2006
Song language: English
Don't Cry (studio) |
| Don’t cry |
| Don’t cry |
| Don’t cry |
| Don’t cry |
| Don’t cry |
| Don’t… |
| Amayah wake up baby |
| I know you’re sleepin, but daddy’s home now |
| Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now |
| Your moms said you’re 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 I’m 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 |
| 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 ain’t no dad nigga |
| Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga |
| You see me and your moms, that’s another topic |
| Ain’t no whip in this world with a price you can’t cop it |
| Stop it, press rewind, you didn’t hear me right |
| It’s a lesson 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 |
| Huh daddy ain’t gon' preach to you, I’mma let your moms school you |
| Don’t let the streets fool you, streets’ll do you, that’s why I’m talkin to you |
| Yeah, you see these niggas out here, have you stressin by the hour |
| Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards |
| Some days sweet, and some sour — but we gon' make it together |
| The world is ours, and you’re my flower |
| If it’s ice you can get that, model chicks hit that |
| Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback |
| 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 |
| Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar |
| Ain’t nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar |
| And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you |
| How I’d die for you, cry for you, ride for you |
| Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala |
| On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome |