Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Father, artist - VYBZ Kartel.
Date of issue: 15.08.2011
Song language: English
Good Father |
Everybody love their mother, born to the father |
Me love my youth … me pattern, me daddy style |
Long as I can remember, from me a likkle child |
When mi seh Mummy weh we daddy gone |
She say a work unu daddy gone |
Him left out from inna di mornin, and him na come bak til unu ah yawn |
When mi seh Mummy weh we daddy gonnnne |
She say a work unu daddy gone |
Him left out from inna di mornin, and him na come bak til unu ah yawn |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Real man nah run left him pickney dem |
And leave da burden pan di mother |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Real man nah run left him pickney dem |
And leave da burden pan di mother |
Yuh kno seh, big-up di man dem weh mind dem youth |
Yuh nuh haffi spend a million ah buy dem suit but |
No matter how di money small uno star |
Likkle somethin somethin haffi find dem yute (awooh) |
As a father you fi spend time wit yuh son |
Dem will take up di crime then shoot |
Nuh careless daddy cyan get dis salute |
Mi love mi father dat a di truth cah |
When mi seh Mummy weh we daddy gone |
She say a work unu daddy gone |
Him left out from inna di mornin, and him na come bak til unu ah yawn |
When mi seh Mummy weh we daddy gonnnne |
She say a work unu daddy gone |
Him left out from inna di mornin, and im na come bak til unu ah yawn |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Real man nah run left him pickney dem |
And leave da burden pan di mother |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Real man nah run left him pickney dem |
And leave da burden pan di mother |
Ana every everybody hav money like dirt |
Fi provide yuh youth wit di luxury a earth |
Money a no all |
Money a no all |
Me a talk from mi heart seh a family first |
Me love my daddy from mi was a likkle bwoy |
Cuz dat man teach mi da value of work |
Nuf time im come home |
Sweat a run outta shirt |
Im make mi become da man dat i am today |
When mi seh Mummy weh we daddy gone |
She say a work unu daddy gone him left out from inna di mornin, and im nah come |
bak til unu ah yawn |
When mi seh Mummy weh we daddy gonnnne |
She say a work unu daddy gone |
Im left out from inna di mornin, and him nah come bak til unu ah yawn |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Real man nah run left him pickney dem |
And leave da burden pan di mother |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Dis a fi di good father, good father |
Real man nah run left him pickney dem |
And leave da burden pan di mother |