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[Verse 1: The Game]
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, 'What Up,' shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son
My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you
[Verse 2: The Game]
They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
'One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),' I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm calling niggas on tour, 'Jayo tell ? I just cut the umbilical cord'
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son
My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you
[Verse 3: The Game]
I wanna thank Dr. ? and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life
You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chi
[Verse 1: The Game]
30 de junio, 11:07 Tengo que llamar a
Ella 8 centímetros, hombre de mi Lil 'a punto de caer
Rayado a mi Fuerza Aérea, corriendo por el pasillo del hospital
Deja vu, como si yo había estado aquí antes
Me siento renacido, como una cama Stuy hermanos, mi primer hijo
Dre, que estoy a punto de tener un niño malo, de la familia en el vestíbulo
Ver a mi Iglesia nigga, '¿Qué pasa, mierda me fui de la videocámara en el camión
Corriendo a través de la sala de maternidad, sin aliento, sudoración
Juro por Dios que cada minuto está empezando a sentir como un segundo
He visto el infierno mirando por el cañón de una Smith and Wesson
Ultrasonido de mi hijo es lo más cerca que he estado en el Cielo
Señor perdóname por mis pecados, yo sé que es de última hora
Ponga la crónica en el aire, un hash poco en ella
Desplegar mis alas, Si yo pudiera volar
¿Por qué luchar para vivir Homie?, Si sólo viven para morir
[Estribillo: Busta Rhymes]
Espero que crecen hasta convertirse en todo lo que se puede
Eso es todo lo que quería para usted Young'n, como Padre, como Hijo
Pero al final, espero que sólo resultan mejor que yo
Espero que sepas que te amo Young'n, como el padre, lik
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
The Game
Like father, like son
Like father, like son
[Verse 1: The Game]
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, 'What Up,' shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son
My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you
[Verse 2: The Game]
They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
'One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),' I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm calling niggas on tour, 'Jayo tell ? I just cut the umbilical cord'
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son
My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you
[Verse 3: The Game]
I wanna thank Dr. ? and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life
You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chi
The Game
De tal palo, tal astilla
De tal palo, tal astilla
[Verse 1: The Game]
30 de junio, 11:07 Tengo que llamar a
Ella 8 centímetros, hombre de mi Lil 'a punto de caer
Rayado a mi Fuerza Aérea, corriendo por el pasillo del hospital
Deja vu, como si yo había estado aquí antes
Me siento renacido, como una cama Stuy hermanos, mi primer hijo
Dre, que estoy a punto de tener un niño malo, de la familia en el vestíbulo
Ver a mi Iglesia nigga, '¿Qué pasa, mierda me fui de la videocámara en el camión
Corriendo a través de la sala de maternidad, sin aliento, sudoración
Juro por Dios que cada minuto está empezando a sentir como un segundo
He visto el infierno mirando por el cañón de una Smith and Wesson
Ultrasonido de mi hijo es lo más cerca que he estado en el Cielo
Señor perdóname por mis pecados, yo sé que es de última hora
Ponga la crónica en el aire, un hash poco en ella
Desplegar mis alas, Si yo pudiera volar
¿Por qué luchar para vivir Homie?, Si sólo viven para morir
[Estribillo: Busta Rhymes]
Espero que crecen hasta convertirse en todo lo que se puede
Eso es todo lo que quería para usted Young'n, como Padre, como Hijo
Pero al final, espero que sólo resultan mejor que yo
Espero que sepas que te amo Young'n, como el padre, lik
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
