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Like father, like son\nHad a million dollars 'fore I was 1\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe good now\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe out the hood now\nCause my daddy hustle\n\nWinning like Steph Curry in the chip though\nUsed to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\nKnow my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\nMe and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\nI love you daddy\n\nTen years later, I love you too sons\nI do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\nYou're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\nYour lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\nYou turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\nAnd every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\nOn the cover of the album with them Chucks on\nYou cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\nShe said you had enough, I said we having fun\nAll babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\nAnd so did being a daddy\nCar seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\nPlaying Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\nHe don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\nOn the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\nBuss\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\nY'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\nIt ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\nWasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\nAnd I know you remember that time when he was 5\nAll these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\nSo I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\nNothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\nCatching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\nThan walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\nHelping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\nI asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\nSo we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\nHe still my best man, and that's forever\nAnybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\nBut I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nEvery time I get in this booth\nI'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\nHad this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\nBut I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\nYou all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\nYou all I need like Method and MJB\nAnd I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\nFurthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\nEven though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\nI just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\nJust cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\nJumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\nI'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\nFor every nigga out here without a kid\nHave one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\nOne\n\nI'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\nI make straight A's and I'm a good kid\nBut more importantly, I'm safe\nBecause my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\nSo I could have a better life\nThat's my daddy\nAnd I wish all kids had one like mine\nThe world would be a better place\nOne\n(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Father Like Son 2\n artist: The Game\n album: The Documentary 2\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Remember me? Like father, like son\n Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We good now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We out the hood now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n\n Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though\n Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\n Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\n Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\n I love you daddy\n\n Ten years later, I love you too sons\n I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\n You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\n Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\n You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\n And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\n On the cover of the album with them Chucks on\n You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\n She said you had enough, I said we having fun\n All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\n And so did being a daddy\n Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\n Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\n He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\n On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\n Buss\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\n Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\n It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\n Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\n And I know you remember that time when he was 5\n All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\n So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\n Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\n Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\n Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\n Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\n I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\n So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\n He still my best man, and that's forever\n Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\n But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n Every time I get in this booth\n I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\n Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\n But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\n You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\n You all I need like Method and MJB\n And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\n Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\n Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\n I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\n Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\n Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\n I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\n For every nigga out here without a kid\n Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\n One\n\n I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\n I make straight A's and I'm a good kid\n But more importantly, I'm safe\n Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\n So I could have a better life\n That's my daddy\n And I wish all kids had one like mine\n The world would be a better place\n One\n (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)\n"},{"id":6669904,"name":"Like Father Like Son 2","trackName":"Like Father Like Son 2","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Remember me? Like father, like son\nHad a million dollars 'fore I was 1\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe good now\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe out the hood now\nCause my daddy hustle\n\nWinning like Steph Curry in the chip though\nUsed to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\nKnow my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\nMe and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\nI love you daddy\n\nTen years later, I love you too sons\nI do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\nYou're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\nYour lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\nYou turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\nAnd every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\nOn the cover of the album with them Chucks on\nYou cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\nShe said you had enough, I said we having fun\nAll babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\nAnd so did being a daddy\nCar seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\nPlaying Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\nHe don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\nOn the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\nBuss\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\nY'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\nIt ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\nWasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\nAnd I know you remember that time when he was 5\nAll these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\nSo I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\nNothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\nCatching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\nThan walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\nHelping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\nI asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\nSo we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\nHe still my best man, and that's forever\nAnybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\nBut I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nEvery time I get in this booth\nI'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\nHad this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\nBut I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\nYou all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\nYou all I need like Method and MJB\nAnd I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\nFurthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\nEven though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\nI just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\nJust cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\nJumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\nI'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\nFor every nigga out here without a kid\nHave one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\nOne\n\nI'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\nI make straight A's and I'm a good kid\nBut more importantly, I'm safe\nBecause my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\nSo I could have a better life\nThat's my daddy\nAnd I wish all kids had one like mine\nThe world would be a better place\nOne\n(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Father Like Son 2\n artist: The Game\n album: The Documentary 2.5\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Remember me? Like father, like son\n Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We good now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We out the hood now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n\n Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though\n Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\n Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\n Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\n I love you daddy\n\n Ten years later, I love you too sons\n I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\n You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\n Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\n You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\n And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\n On the cover of the album with them Chucks on\n You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\n She said you had enough, I said we having fun\n All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\n And so did being a daddy\n Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\n Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\n He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\n On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\n Buss\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\n Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\n It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\n Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\n And I know you remember that time when he was 5\n All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\n So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\n Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\n Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\n Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\n Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\n I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\n So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\n He still my best man, and that's forever\n Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\n But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n Every time I get in this booth\n I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\n Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\n But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\n You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\n You all I need like Method and MJB\n And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\n Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\n Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\n I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\n Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\n Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\n I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\n For every nigga out here without a kid\n Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\n One\n\n I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\n I make straight A's and I'm a good kid\n But more importantly, I'm safe\n Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\n So I could have a better life\n That's my daddy\n And I wish all kids had one like mine\n The world would be a better place\n One\n (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)\n"},{"id":31326276,"name":"Like Father Like Son 2","trackName":"Like Father Like Son 2","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Remember me? Like father, like son\nHad a million dollars 'fore I was 1\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe good now\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe out the hood now\nCause my daddy hustle\n\nWinning like Steph Curry in the chip though\nUsed to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\nKnow my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\nMe and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\nI love you daddy\n\nTen years later, I love you too sons\nI do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\nYou're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\nYour lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\nYou turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\nAnd every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\nOn the cover of the album with them Chucks on\nYou cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\nShe said you had enough, I said we having fun\nAll babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\nAnd so did being a daddy\nCar seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\nPlaying Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\nHe don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\nOn the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\nBuss\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\nY'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\nIt ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\nWasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\nAnd I know you remember that time when he was 5\nAll these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\nSo I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\nNothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\nCatching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\nThan walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\nHelping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\nI asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\nSo we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\nHe still my best man, and that's forever\nAnybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\nBut I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nEvery time I get in this booth\nI'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\nHad this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\nBut I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\nYou all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\nYou all I need like Method and MJB\nAnd I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\nFurthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\nEven though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\nI just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\nJust cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\nJumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\nI'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\nFor every nigga out here without a kid\nHave one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\nOne\n\nI'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\nI make straight A's and I'm a good kid\nBut more importantly, I'm safe\nBecause my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\nSo I could have a better life\nThat's my daddy\nAnd I wish all kids had one like mine\nThe world would be a better place\nOne\n(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Father Like Son 2\n artist: The Game\n album: The Documentary 2.5\n duration_ms: 310000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Remember me? Like father, like son\n Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We good now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We out the hood now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n\n Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though\n Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\n Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\n Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\n I love you daddy\n\n Ten years later, I love you too sons\n I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\n You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\n Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\n You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\n And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\n On the cover of the album with them Chucks on\n You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\n She said you had enough, I said we having fun\n All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\n And so did being a daddy\n Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\n Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\n He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\n On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\n Buss\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\n Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\n It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\n Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\n And I know you remember that time when he was 5\n All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\n So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\n Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\n Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\n Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\n Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\n I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\n So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\n He still my best man, and that's forever\n Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\n But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n Every time I get in this booth\n I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\n Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\n But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\n You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\n You all I need like Method and MJB\n And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\n Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\n Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\n I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\n Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\n Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\n I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\n For every nigga out here without a kid\n Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\n One\n\n I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\n I make straight A's and I'm a good kid\n But more importantly, I'm safe\n Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\n So I could have a better life\n That's my daddy\n And I wish all kids had one like mine\n The world would be a better place\n One\n (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)\n"},{"id":19405974,"name":"Like Father, Like Son 2","trackName":"Like Father, Like Son 2","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2.5","duration":286.5654,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Remember me? Like father, like son\nHad a million dollars 'fore I was 1\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe good now\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe out the hood now\nCause my daddy hustle\n\nWinning like Steph Curry in the chip though\nUsed to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\nKnow my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\nMe and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\nI love you daddy\n\nTen years later, I love you too sons\nI do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\nYou're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\nYour lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\nYou turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\nAnd every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\nOn the cover of the album with them Chucks on\nYou cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\nShe said you had enough, I said we having fun\nAll babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\nAnd so did being a daddy\nCar seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\nPlaying Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\nHe don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\nOn the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\nBuss\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\nY'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\nIt ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\nWasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\nAnd I know you remember that time when he was 5\nAll these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\nSo I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\nNothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\nCatching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\nThan walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\nHelping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\nI asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\nSo we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\nHe still my best man, and that's forever\nAnybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\nBut I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nEvery time I get in this booth\nI'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\nHad this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\nBut I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\nYou all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\nYou all I need like Method and MJB\nAnd I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\nFurthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\nEven though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\nI just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\nJust cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\nJumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\nI'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\nFor every nigga out here without a kid\nHave one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\nOne\n\nI'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\nI make straight A's and I'm a good kid\nBut more importantly, I'm safe\nBecause my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\nSo I could have a better life\nThat's my daddy\nAnd I wish all kids had one like mine\nThe world would be a better place\nOne\n(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Father, Like Son 2\n artist: The Game\n album: The Documentary 2.5\n duration_ms: 286565\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Remember me? Like father, like son\n Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We good now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We out the hood now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n\n Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though\n Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\n Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\n Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\n I love you daddy\n\n Ten years later, I love you too sons\n I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\n You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\n Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\n You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\n And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\n On the cover of the album with them Chucks on\n You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\n She said you had enough, I said we having fun\n All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\n And so did being a daddy\n Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\n Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\n He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\n On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\n Buss\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\n Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\n It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\n Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\n And I know you remember that time when he was 5\n All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\n So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\n Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\n Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\n Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\n Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\n I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\n So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\n He still my best man, and that's forever\n Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\n But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n Every time I get in this booth\n I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\n Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\n But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\n You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\n You all I need like Method and MJB\n And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\n Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\n Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\n I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\n Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\n Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\n I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\n For every nigga out here without a kid\n Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\n One\n\n I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\n I make straight A's and I'm a good kid\n But more importantly, I'm safe\n Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\n So I could have a better life\n That's my daddy\n And I wish all kids had one like mine\n The world would be a better place\n One\n (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)\n"},{"id":13434789,"name":"Like Father Like Son 2","trackName":"Like Father Like Son 2","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2 + 2.5","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Remember me? Like father, like son\nHad a million dollars 'fore I was 1\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe good now\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe out the hood now\nCause my daddy hustle\n\nWinning like Steph Curry in the chip though\nUsed to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\nKnow my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\nMe and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\nI love you daddy\n\nTen years later, I love you too sons\nI do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\nYou're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\nYour lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\nYou turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\nAnd every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\nOn the cover of the album with them Chucks on\nYou cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\nShe said you had enough, I said we having fun\nAll babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\nAnd so did being a daddy\nCar seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\nPlaying Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\nHe don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\nOn the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\nBuss\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\nY'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\nIt ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\nWasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\nAnd I know you remember that time when he was 5\nAll these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\nSo I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\nNothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\nCatching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\nThan walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\nHelping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\nI asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\nSo we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\nHe still my best man, and that's forever\nAnybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\nBut I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nEvery time I get in this booth\nI'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\nHad this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\nBut I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\nYou all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\nYou all I need like Method and MJB\nAnd I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\nFurthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\nEven though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\nI just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\nJust cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\nJumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\nI'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\nFor every nigga out here without a kid\nHave one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\nOne\n\nI'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\nI make straight A's and I'm a good kid\nBut more importantly, I'm safe\nBecause my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\nSo I could have a better life\nThat's my daddy\nAnd I wish all kids had one like mine\nThe world would be a better place\nOne\n(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Father Like Son 2\n artist: The Game\n album: The Documentary 2 + 2.5\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Remember me? Like father, like son\n Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We good now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We out the hood now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n\n Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though\n Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\n Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\n Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\n I love you daddy\n\n Ten years later, I love you too sons\n I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\n You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\n Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\n You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\n And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\n On the cover of the album with them Chucks on\n You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\n She said you had enough, I said we having fun\n All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\n And so did being a daddy\n Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\n Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\n He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\n On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\n Buss\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\n Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\n It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\n Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\n And I know you remember that time when he was 5\n All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\n So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\n Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\n Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\n Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\n Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\n I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\n So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\n He still my best man, and that's forever\n Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\n But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n Every time I get in this booth\n I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\n Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\n But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\n You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\n You all I need like Method and MJB\n And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\n Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\n Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\n I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\n Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\n Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\n I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\n For every nigga out here without a kid\n Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\n One\n\n I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\n I make straight A's and I'm a good kid\n But more importantly, I'm safe\n Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\n So I could have a better life\n That's my daddy\n And I wish all kids had one like mine\n The world would be a better place\n One\n (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)\n"},{"id":6775773,"name":"Like Father, Like Son","trackName":"Like Father, Like Son","artistName":"The Game, Busta Rhymes","albumName":"The Documentary","duration":328.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"June 30th, 11:07 I got that call\nShe 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall\nScuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall\nDeja vu, like I been here before\nI'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born\nDre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby\nSee my nigga Church, \"What Up,\" shit I left the camcorder in the truck\nRunning through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating\nI swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second\nI seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\nMy son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven\nLord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute\nPut the chronic in the air, a little hash in it\nSpread my wings, If only I could fly\nWhy fight to live homie?, If we only living to die\n\nI hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\nBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\nMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\nAnd when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\nThey say every time somebody die a child is born\nSo I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son\n11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs\nI'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come\nAll I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby\n\"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),\" I see the head\nDoc busting through the door, he between the legs\nHe see the head, it's my baby boy\n11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise\nPain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy\nI'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's\nVoices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie\nI'm calling niggas on tour, \"Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord\"\n11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron\n\nI hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\nBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\nMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\nAnd when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life\nYou birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska\nFor pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it\nNose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy\nI die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather\nCall Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem\nI'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and \"D-Mack\" Darius Rogers\nDrop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son\nAnd watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun\nLowriding, banging \"Ready to Die,\" track number 1\nIf I bust 5 times and they never see the sun\nMy life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one\n\nI hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\nBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\nMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\nAnd when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\nI hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\nBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\nMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\nAnd when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.44] June 30th, 11:07 I got that call\n[00:28.81] She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall\n[00:32.36] Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall\n[00:35.38] Deja vu, like I been here before\n[00:38.16] I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born\n[00:42.69] Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby\n[00:46.37] See my nigga Church, \"What Up,\" shit I left the camcorder in the truck\n[00:50.85] Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating\n[00:54.18] I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second\n[00:57.34] I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n[01:00.42] My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven\n[01:03.82] Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute\n[01:07.28] Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it\n[01:10.87] Spread my wings, If only I could fly\n[01:13.04] Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die\n[01:16.27] I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n[01:20.05] That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n[01:23.34] But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n[01:26.50] I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n[01:29.66] My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n[01:36.01] And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n[01:42.27] They say every time somebody die a child is born\n[01:45.13] So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son\n[01:48.38] 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs\n[01:51.41] 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coming, I tell you\n start_ms: 89550\n end_ms: 96050\n- text: And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n start_ms: 96050\n end_ms: 102500\n- text: They say every time somebody die a child is born\n start_ms: 102500\n end_ms: 104760\n- text: So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son\n start_ms: 104760\n end_ms: 107900\n- text: 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs\n start_ms: 107900\n end_ms: 111090\n- text: I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come\n start_ms: 111090\n end_ms: 114360\n- text: All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby\n start_ms: 114360\n end_ms: 118480\n- text: '\"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),\" I see the head'\n start_ms: 118480\n end_ms: 122570\n- text: Doc busting through the door, he between the legs\n start_ms: 122570\n end_ms: 125120\n- text: He see the head, it's my baby boy\n start_ms: 125120\n end_ms: 127420\n- text: 11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise\n start_ms: 127420\n end_ms: 131670\n- text: Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy\n start_ms: 131670\n end_ms: 134360\n- text: I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's\n start_ms: 134360\n end_ms: 137540\n- text: Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie\n start_ms: 137540\n end_ms: 140260\n- text: I'm calling niggas on tour, \"Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord\"\n start_ms: 140260\n end_ms: 146310\n- text: 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron\n start_ms: 146310\n end_ms: 152970\n- text: I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n start_ms: 152970\n end_ms: 156880\n- text: That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n start_ms: 156880\n end_ms: 159970\n- text: But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n start_ms: 159970\n end_ms: 163150\n- text: I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n start_ms: 163150\n end_ms: 166530\n- text: My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n start_ms: 166530\n end_ms: 172740\n- text: And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n start_ms: 172740\n end_ms: 178800\n- text: I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life\n start_ms: 178800\n end_ms: 183980\n- text: You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska\n start_ms: 183980\n end_ms: 186840\n- text: For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it\n start_ms: 186840\n end_ms: 191690\n- text: Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy\n start_ms: 191690\n end_ms: 194730\n- text: I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather\n start_ms: 194730\n end_ms: 199880\n- text: Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem\n start_ms: 199880\n end_ms: 204510\n- text: I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and \"D-Mack\" Darius Rogers\n start_ms: 204510\n end_ms: 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start_ms: 243200\n end_ms: 249610\n- text: And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n start_ms: 249610\n end_ms: 255820\n- text: I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n start_ms: 255820\n end_ms: 260630\n- text: That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n start_ms: 260630\n end_ms: 263190\n- text: But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n start_ms: 263190\n end_ms: 266480\n- text: I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n start_ms: 266480\n end_ms: 269770\n- text: My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n start_ms: 269770\n end_ms: 275650\n- text: And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n start_ms: 275650\n end_ms: 282300\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 282300\nplain: |-\n June 30th, 11:07 I got that call\n She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall\n Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall\n Deja vu, like I been here before\n I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born\n Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby\n See my nigga Church, \"What Up,\" shit I left the camcorder in the truck\n Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating\n I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second\n I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson\n My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven\n Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute\n Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it\n Spread my wings, If only I could fly\n Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die\n\n I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\n They say every time somebody die a child is born\n So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son\n 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs\n I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come\n All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby\n \"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),\" I see the head\n Doc busting through the door, he between the legs\n He see the head, it's my baby boy\n 11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise\n Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy\n I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's\n Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie\n I'm calling niggas on tour, \"Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord\"\n 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron\n\n I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life\n You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska\n For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it\n Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy\n I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather\n Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem\n I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and \"D-Mack\" Darius Rogers\n Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son\n And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun\n Lowriding, banging \"Ready to Die,\" track number 1\n If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun\n My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one\n\n I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\n I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n"},{"id":10550183,"name":"Like Father Like Son 2","trackName":"Like Father Like Son 2","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (collector’s 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Like father, like son\nHad a million dollars 'fore I was 1\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe good now\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe out the hood now\nCause my daddy hustle\n\nWinning like Steph Curry in the chip though\nUsed to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\nKnow my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\nMe and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\nI love you daddy\n\nTen years later, I love you too sons\nI do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\nYou're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\nYour lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\nYou turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\nAnd every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\nOn the cover of the album with them Chucks on\nYou cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\nShe said you had enough, I said we having fun\nAll babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\nAnd so did being a daddy\nCar seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\nPlaying Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\nHe don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\nOn the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\nBuss\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\nY'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\nIt ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\nWasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\nAnd I know you remember that time when he was 5\nAll these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\nSo I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\nNothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\nCatching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\nThan walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\nHelping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\nI asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\nSo we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\nHe still my best man, and that's forever\nAnybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\nBut I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nEvery time I get in this booth\nI'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\nHad this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\nBut I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\nYou all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\nYou all I need like Method and MJB\nAnd I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\nFurthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\nEven though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\nI just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\nJust cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\nJumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\nI'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\nFor every nigga out here without a kid\nHave one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\nOne\n\nI'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\nI make straight A's and I'm a good kid\nBut more importantly, I'm safe\nBecause my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\nSo I could have a better life\nThat's my daddy\nAnd I wish all kids had one like mine\nThe world would be a better place\nOne\n(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Father Like Son 2\n artist: The Game\n album: The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (collector’s edition)\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Remember me? Like father, like son\n Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We good now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We out the hood now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n\n Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though\n Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\n Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\n Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\n I love you daddy\n\n Ten years later, I love you too sons\n I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\n You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\n Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\n You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\n And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\n On the cover of the album with them Chucks on\n You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\n She said you had enough, I said we having fun\n All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\n And so did being a daddy\n Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\n Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\n He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\n On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\n Buss\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\n Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\n It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\n Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\n And I know you remember that time when he was 5\n All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\n So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\n Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\n Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\n Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\n Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\n I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\n So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\n He still my best man, and that's forever\n Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\n But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n Every time I get in this booth\n I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\n Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\n But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\n You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\n You all I need like Method and MJB\n And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\n Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\n Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\n I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\n Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\n Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\n I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\n For every nigga out here without a kid\n Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\n One\n\n I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\n I make straight A's and I'm a good kid\n But more importantly, I'm safe\n Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\n So I could have a better life\n That's my daddy\n And I wish all kids had one like mine\n The world would be a better place\n One\n (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)\n"},{"id":38144916,"name":"Like Father Like Son 2","trackName":"Like Father Like Son 2","artistName":"GAME","albumName":"The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (Collector's Edition)","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Remember me? Like father, like son\nHad a million dollars 'fore I was 1\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe good now\nCause my daddy hustle\nWe out the hood now\nCause my daddy hustle\n\nWinning like Steph Curry in the chip though\nUsed to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\nKnow my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\nMe and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\nI love you daddy\n\nTen years later, I love you too sons\nI do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\nYou're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\nYour lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\nYou turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\nAnd every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\nOn the cover of the album with them Chucks on\nYou cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\nShe said you had enough, I said we having fun\nAll babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\nAnd so did being a daddy\nCar seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\nPlaying Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\nHe don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\nOn the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\nBuss\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nI wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\nY'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\nIt ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\nWasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\nAnd I know you remember that time when he was 5\nAll these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\nSo I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\nNothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\nCatching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\nThan walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\nHelping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\nI asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\nSo we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\nHe still my best man, and that's forever\nAnybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\nBut I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\nI'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\nAnd in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\nYour daddy told you it was coming\nComing, your day was coming, I told you\nNow daddy's here just keep on running\nRunning, just keep on running, I tell you\n\nEvery time I get in this booth\nI'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\nHad this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\nBut I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\nYou all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\nYou all I need like Method and MJB\nAnd I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\nFurthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\nEven though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\nI just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\nJust cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\nJumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\nI'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\nFor every nigga out here without a kid\nHave one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\nOne\n\nI'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\nI make straight A's and I'm a good kid\nBut more importantly, I'm safe\nBecause my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\nSo I could have a better life\nThat's my daddy\nAnd I wish all kids had one like mine\nThe world would be a better place\nOne\n(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Like Father Like Son 2\n artist: GAME\n album: The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (Collector's Edition)\n duration_ms: 284000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Remember me? Like father, like son\n Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We good now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n We out the hood now\n Cause my daddy hustle\n\n Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though\n Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)\n Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo\n Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos\n I love you daddy\n\n Ten years later, I love you too sons\n I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons\n You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out\n Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands\n You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance\n And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance\n On the cover of the album with them Chucks on\n You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me\n She said you had enough, I said we having fun\n All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun\n And so did being a daddy\n Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy\n Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat\n He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me\n On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook\n Buss\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything\n Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring\n It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you\n Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you\n And I know you remember that time when he was 5\n All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes\n So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about\n Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate\n Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important\n Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans\n Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9\n I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time\n So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married\n He still my best man, and that's forever\n Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave\n But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more\n\n I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son\n And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son\n Your daddy told you it was coming\n Coming, your day was coming, I told you\n Now daddy's here just keep on running\n Running, just keep on running, I tell you\n\n Every time I get in this booth\n I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you\n Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes\n But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean\n You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters\n You all I need like Method and MJB\n And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me (\"Breathe daddy\") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4)\n Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons\n Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun\n I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit\n Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods\n Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus\n I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs\n For every nigga out here without a kid\n Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did\n One\n\n I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son\n I make straight A's and I'm a good kid\n But more importantly, I'm safe\n Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton\n So I could have a better life\n That's my daddy\n And I wish all kids had one like mine\n The world would be a better place\n One\n (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)\n"},{"id":6461873,"name":"Like Father, Like Son","trackName":"Like Father, Like Son","artistName":"The Game feat. 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young'n, like Father, like Son\nBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\nMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\nAnd when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\nThey say every time somebody die a child is born\nSo I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son\n11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs\nI'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come\nAll I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby\n\"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),\" I see the head\nDoc busting through the door, he between the legs\nHe see the head, it's my baby boy\n11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise\nPain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy\nI'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's\nVoices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie\nI'm calling niggas on tour, \"Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the 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Lord spare my son\nAnd watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun\nLowriding, banging \"Ready to Die,\" track number 1\nIf I bust 5 times and they never see the sun\nMy life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one\n\nI hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\nBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\nMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\nAnd when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\nI hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\nThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\nBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\nI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\nMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\nAnd when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I 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making crazy noise\n[02:11.66] Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy\n[02:14.30] I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's\n[02:17.57] Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie\n[02:20.28] I'm calling niggas on tour, \"Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord\"\n[02:26.31] 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron\n[02:32.97] I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n[02:36.80] That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n[02:39.95] But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n[02:43.14] I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n[02:46.55] My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n[02:52.77] And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n[02:58.87] I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life\n[03:03.94] You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska\n[03:06.87] For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it\n[03:11.67] Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy\n[03:14.78] I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather\n[03:19.83] Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem\n[03:24.53] I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and \"D-Mack\" Darius Rogers\n[03:30.68] Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son\n[03:37.16] And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun\n[03:40.02] Lowriding, banging \"Ready to Die,\" track number 1\n[03:43.57] If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun\n[03:46.52] My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one\n[03:50.76] I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n[03:54.20] That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n[03:57.07] But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n[03:59.83] I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n[04:03.26] My little 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249660\n- text: And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n start_ms: 249660\n end_ms: 255810\n- text: I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n start_ms: 255810\n end_ms: 260690\n- text: That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n start_ms: 260690\n end_ms: 263130\n- text: But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n start_ms: 263130\n end_ms: 266420\n- text: I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n start_ms: 266420\n end_ms: 269770\n- text: My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n start_ms: 269770\n end_ms: 275520\n- text: And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n start_ms: 275520\n end_ms: 282330\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 282330\nplain: |-\n June 30th, 11:07 I got that call\n She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall\n Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall\n Deja vu, like I been 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running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\n They say every time somebody die a child is born\n So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son\n 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs\n I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come\n All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby\n \"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),\" I see the head\n Doc busting through the door, he between the legs\n He see the head, it's my baby boy\n 11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise\n Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy\n I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's\n Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie\n I'm calling niggas on tour, \"Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord\"\n 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron\n\n I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\n I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life\n You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska\n For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it\n Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy\n I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather\n Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem\n I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and \"D-Mack\" Darius Rogers\n Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son\n And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun\n Lowriding, banging \"Ready to Die,\" track number 1\n If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun\n My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one\n\n I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n\n I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be\n That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son\n But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me\n I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son\n My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you\n And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you\n"}]