The Game, Blue Chip - Don't Cry lyrics

-- Don't cry don't
-- Don't cry don't

Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sleepin, but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin old
My lil' girl lookin grown now
Your moms said you're talkin on your own
Walkin on your own now
Run across the kitchen floor
In them baby drawers
I sent you from off tour and I
Miss you when I was tourin
Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy
Tears pourin
God how can somethin so
Beautiful come from me?
After the gunshots thought you
Was done with me
But I know I'm livin now
Why you made me put the guns down
Pick up the mic
Start rappin for a living now
My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my bay bay
Tryin to make your moms life
Ya must be crazy
Fussin and fightin
I know she love me cause ya look just like me
Day you came into this world I was so excited
Eleven twenty-one double-zero
My baby girl is here

Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice I
Prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin the game
Stoppin the bullshit
Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah your pops gone bananas
Seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard
Nappy with the crash bar
Off that hersh', shit you stupid
You ain't no dad nigga
Takin your black ass to court
For all you have nigga
You see me and your moms
That's another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with
A price you can't cop it
Stop it, press rewind
You didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song
I'm tryin to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to
Go hard or go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry

Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you
I'ma let your moms school you
Don't let the streets fool
You, streets'll do you
That's why I'm talkin to you

Yeah, you see these niggaz out here
Have you stressin by the hour
Never turn your back on your foes
Them dudes cowards

Some days sweet
And some sour - but we gon' make it together
The world is ours, and you're my flower

If it's ice you can get that
Model chicks hit that
Never stress about the downfalls
Just 'bout the getback

And I ain't sayin sex is wrong
Just make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your mother's home

Yeah, never call a girl
A bitch, show respect
Son pop ya collar
Ain't nothin free
Scrape and lock every dollar

And I will leave you with
This, my lil' angel
Daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you
Ride for you

Yeah, switchin handles like you
Breakin a zone
Candy paint Impala
On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome