Like Father Like Son
Birdman"Like Father Like Son" es una canción de Birdman, 2006, Pop. La canción dura 4:08, 155 lines / 730 words.
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0:25Yeah
0:26It's filthy with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em
0:29Tha block is hot but we out here gettin it on 'em
0:32And keep a tool everytime we hit the streets
0:34'Cause these n***as act a fool and
0:36We be quick to put it on 'em
0:38Them tear drops homie we so not
0:41The n***a to f**k with 'cause we will pop
0:4340 cal keep it cocked n***a ready to block
0:46Keep a gun a extra clip homie thats how we rock
0:50And like father like son daddy we don't borrow
0:53We stay on the grind homie 'cause we grind harder
0:57And f**kin' with me homie you won't like
0:59You be the next t-shirt we in ya hood all night
1:02We got birds flyin' out and we've allowed the pipes
1:05We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
1:09And rufus came home and I told him to shave
1:11But he was tellin' me about them
1:13P***y n***as back in the eighties baby
1:15There ain't no looooooove
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1:40Listen
1:41Birdman put me on when I was just eleven
1:43He was my teacher so I was like f**k the lesson
1:47He was my preacher so I was like f**k the reverend
1:50My mother cita she said that I was with the devil
1:53My mother cita now say that he was sent from heaven
1:56So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
1:59And I remember what my poppa told me
2:02Remember what my poppa told me young stunna
2:05Yeah
2:05I'm out c'here homie pitchin the game
2:08And yes I do the whole thing n***a give me my change
2:11Yes we do the same thing out the brand new range
2:14Little n***a like his father homie doin' his thing
2:17We keep the gun for paper homie aimed and cocked
2:20Every n***a in my circle homie ready to pop
2:23We be ridin' drop tops thats just how we rock
2:26And I'll be ridin' in the phantom
2:28Through my up town blocks
2:29N***a
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2:55Look birdman jr f**k the world pops
2:58And we gon keep it movin' even if the world stops
3:01Stay strapped and laced like girl socks
3:05Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake
3:08Birthdays was the worst days
3:10Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty
3:13Ya know I do believe the moneys cursed me
3:16So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me uh
3:20Little wizzle but you b***hes call me first place
3:23And papa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
3:26I put you n***as in the closet in the shirt space
3:29You n***as yellow like sesame street bert's face
3:32Worst case scenario burial
3:36Two tone carara like mascara uh
3:39The g4 take your boy where ever
3:42Like father like son the era n***a
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There ain't no looooooove Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Yeah It's filthy with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em Tha block is hot but we out here gettin it on 'em And keep a tool everytime we hit the streets 'Cause these n***as act a fool and We be quick to put it on 'em Them tear drops homie we so not The n***a to f**k with 'cause we will pop 40 cal keep it cocked n***a ready to block Keep a gun a extra clip homie thats how we rock And like father like son daddy we don't borrow We stay on the grind homie 'cause we grind harder And f**kin' with me homie you won't like You be the next t-shirt we in ya hood all night We got birds flyin' out and we've allowed the pipes We do this state to state thing and cheat the price And rufus came home and I told him to shave But he was tellin' me about them P***y n***as back in the eighties baby There ain't no looooooove Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Listen Birdman put me on when I was just eleven He was my teacher so I was like f**k the lesson He was my preacher so I was like f**k the reverend My mother cita she said that I was with the devil My mother cita now say that he was sent from heaven So I take heed to every single word that he tell me And I remember what my poppa told me Remember what my poppa told me young stunna Yeah I'm out c'here homie pitchin the game And yes I do the whole thing n***a give me my change Yes we do the same thing out the brand new range Little n***a like his father homie doin' his thing We keep the gun for paper homie aimed and cocked Every n***a in my circle homie ready to pop We be ridin' drop tops thats just how we rock And I'll be ridin' in the phantom Through my up town blocks N***a There ain't no looooooove Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Look birdman jr f**k the world pops And we gon keep it movin' even if the world stops Stay strapped and laced like girl socks Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake Birthdays was the worst days Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty Ya know I do believe the moneys cursed me So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me uh Little wizzle but you b***hes call me first place And papa taught me paper chase never skirt chase I put you n***as in the closet in the shirt space You n***as yellow like sesame street bert's face Worst case scenario burial Two tone carara like mascara uh The g4 take your boy where ever Like father like son the era n***a There ain't no looooooove Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy Like like Like like Like like Like like Like like Like the love of a daddy
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