Don’t Cry Songtext
von The Game

Don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don't cry, don′t
Don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, 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 now, 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 stars, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my baby
Tryin′ to make your mom's 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


Don't cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don′t
Don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don't

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 I ain't your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali′, came back, snatched my son
My girl mom's 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

Don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don′t
Don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don′t


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 get back

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

Don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don't
Don′t cry, don't cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don′t cry, don't