Saigon - Oh Yeah (Our Babies) lyrics

"I remember one time I was
Over at my Auntie house
Spending the night and we
Playin' Super Nintendo
I hear this lady: 'Yo, I heard
You been looking for me, nigga'
Then she just - boom boom boom boom boom!
She let off about eight shots then I
Heard the other gun fire off
And we were just still there playing there
Like nothin' happened and then Vietnam
Them people came back crazy i
(live) in Vietnam
So what you think I'mma be if I live
In it and they just went and visited?"

Suckers could not survive what I philosophize
When somebody dies
You see why I'm not surprised?
Had a plot to rise since I
Looked in the doctor's eyes


Since I started drinkin milk
That was homogenized
I would strive with or without
A pops to provide
Moms still cries cause she fell
For a crock of lies
I try to teach her to fight her fears
I try to teach her to wipe her tears
Don't worry, shit gon' be aight this year
I'm at the top of my game
Just watch for my name
Better off poppin my brain
Than poppin my chain (dang)
I claim king without droppin a thing
When they ask if I'm the best
I reminisce of the bing and think

When I was ten
I seen my first automatic weapon
A Glock Nine - two clips

I seen all kinds of guns - 44, 22
(Techs) Techs i saw rifles

Damn the drama's pitiful
Lil' niggas is homicid-ical
Couple meals ago
Shorty was eatin through his umbilical
Now he feel he unkillable
Shit is all amazing
The wrong altercation'll leave his ass
With a long abrasion i try to make my life
The focal through rhymes
These niggas do vocal booth crimes
I shot niggas multiple times
You sold a few dimes, but when you rapping
You the crack king
I sold it to whites when you thought
It was just a black thing
I'm filled with this realness
Rappers happen to lack it
I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum
Plaque for that wack shit
All the real gangstas
They on their way to bein dead or in jail
They don't make records to sell

I asked my father, Chill
What his best memories of my mother are

Me and her have fun
Putting our feet in the water together
We were sober then but once
We started gettin high
Them memories gone they gone

Why are you drinking?
I don't understand why I'm drinking
Do you think you're gonna stop?
Yeah, I'm going to rehab
And take care of myself what do you drink?
I drink about two or three
Pints of wine a day but it ain't helping me
Ain't doin nothin' but killing me
Don't people understand it's destroying you?
If it's destroying you
Why do you still drink?
Do you think you've been a good father?
Yes, I have, to the best capability I could
I have no further questions

The drama's pitiful
Lil' niggas is homicid-ical
Couple meals ago
Shorty was eatin through his umbilical
Now he feels he unkillable
Shit is all amazing
The wrong altercation'll leave his ass
With a long abrasion i try to make my life
The focal through rhymes
These niggas do vocal booth crimes
I shot niggas multiple times
You sold a few dimes, but when you rapping
You the crack king
I sold it to whites when you thought
It was just a black thing
I'm filled with this realness
Rappers happen to lack it
I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum
Plaque for that wack shit
All the real gangstas
They on their way to bein dead or in jail
They don't make records to sell
They don't make records to sell
They don't make records to sell
They don't make records to sell
They don't make records to sell
They don't make records to sell

Uhhm, mmmm! What time is it, man?
Man, it's about 7 o'clock, hmmm!
Gone back to sleep, man