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 Game Don't Cry Lyrics(feat. Blue Chip) [Intro/Chorus - sample] -- Don't cry [5X] don't.. -- Don't cry [5X] don't.. [The Game] 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 [Chorus] [Blue Chip] 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 [Chorus] [The Game] 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 [Blue Chip] Yeah, you see these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards [The Game] Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together The world is ours, and you're my flower [Blue Chip] If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback [The Game] 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 [Blue Chip] Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar [The Game] 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 [Blue Chip] Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome [Chorus] Send "Don't Cry" Ringtone to your Mobile
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