Текст, перевод и аккорды “Father Like Son”
- Yes. Yes. My lil shortys gonna be a thug. Father like son, like son like dad. My family all into makin this cash. Shorty's gonna be a thug. Like father, like son, like son, like dad. My family's all into makin this cash. My lil, shortys gonna be a thug. Like father, like son, like son, like dad. My family's all into makin this cash. Chorus Look in yo eyes an I see, the reflection of me my little guy thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed before he died my father taught these lessons to me an before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me nigga it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the cause niggas born to floss, an be the boss that's how he was taught I raised you in the North away from the hood where, times are hard but as soon as the, grind get hard you put yo time in God. Verse 1 It's in our blood thuggin til the days of my death my last breath taken by the ATF like, David Koresh my steps of life my last testimony, God bless my wife my lil son gone be set for life, always dressed up nice and smokin Kryponite might grow up an rip the mic or slang some chickens like his great grandpappy whatever makes the man happy grands snappy but Lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy did nigga, end up in some khaki shit handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other niggas fucked up then shipped up, shit greed shit get deep niggas bleed information juss to get free that's why you never see no busta niggas hangin wit me be a loner if you ain't got that fuckin Dragon tattoo on ya knock a nigga on his ass, so fast the class makes have to use amonia to wake him up nurse, pick him up an take him up hit the dice game in the alley way yo nigga break 'em up. Chorus *(Yukmouth)* Look in yo eyes an I see, a reflection of me my little guy thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed before he died my father taught these lessons to me an before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug no matter the cost born to floss, an to be the boss that's how he was taught I raised you in the North away from the hood where, times are hard but as soon as the, grind get hard you put yo time in God it's in our blood. Verse 2 And send a letter to my killa whoever it my be I know that death is callin, I can hear it pagin me chasin me (ch-ch... haha) like Jason be but ain't no breakin me or takin the safe from me not even a fuckin 8 from me be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me even if they wasted me my son will be replacin me on the street makin g's like his poppy was smokin chronic budded sellin drugs like his poppy does see his poppy was a, mutha fuckin soldier hittin figure eights up in Nova always smokin doja wit a pocket full of quarters went from bein a small timer, to highroller to the block controller set up shop, an got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered cola now the cowards know the time taught you to grind before your time I taught you how to hold a 9 taught you how to stay sharper than a poker prime nigga focus yo mind, on the money fuck a big behind an keep a click of down ass niggas, an then you'll be fine these are the rules nigga choose to utilize or loose pay yo dues if I die juss get my face tattooed up on yo shoulder, or right over your heart cuz, when it get dark that's when this shit starts, an daddy didn't raise no marks! *(Chorus)* 3x
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