The Game - Like Father, Like Son lyrics

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 & 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

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

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 Spiz I just
Cut the umbilical cord"
11: 57, a soldier is born, and
He's flesh of my flesh
Young Harlem Caron

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

I wanna thank Dr. Af 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, chin, just like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and
Be just like your Daddy
Or your Grandfather
Call Uncle Zip
Tell him I got a son and
I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers
Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with
My face in the clouds
Lord spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright
T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die"
Track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, like
The barrel of a gun
One

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

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